#I HAVE matching stuffed animals with women!! it’s just something I do with FRIENDS
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Take The Bite~ E.M
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Hi hi ♡ me again sorry to bother I have another request Only whenever you have the time ♡ it’s the idea of Eddie at a party selling the goods and while women by Def Leppard is singing in the background he sees the reader dancing on a table with her friends and laughing and is instantly attracted to her and speaks to her after; so sorry if it sucks lol but thank you again and LOVE your writing♡
Author's Note : You're never a bother, sweetheart. Thank you so much for the love <3
You scrunched up your face as a guy ran past you to hurl in the bushes, two of your friends Nicole and Tammy hook their arms around you leading you to the way where the party was held. You turned your head to the right seeing two people making out and groping each other, you debating in coming but Tammy insisted that you had to come. She threw your cute flowy skirt and a matching top at your face. Nicole had fixed your hair up and they both dolled you up.
The door opened to who's ever house this was hearing the loud music and people dancing, drinking and goofing off.
" You look hot" Patrick says as you walk by him.
" Not enough for you to handle McKinney" he was about to say something but you had already walked away focusing on getting yourself a drink. Nicole followed you through the kitchen where there was a large punch bowl waiting for you. Nicole grabbed herself a cup and you grabbed one too, using the cup to dip it in bringing to your lips as it runs down your throat. It was strong and just what you needed.
Your eyes roam around the room spotting a mane of curls with his Dio vest and leather jacket as he made his way through the crowd carrying his lunch box. He must he selling. You knew Eddie from sharing a few classes together, he was loud, cute and his smile was to die for with his dimples.
You knew you never stood a chance with him, he never looked your way or talked to you. You weren't in the same crowd as him either, but you had a few people that knew who you were.
" You going to buy from the freak?" Tammy asked as she joined you two noticing how you were eyeing Eddie.
" No, I'm good" you tell her getting another drink from the punch bowl. If you were going to get through this party, you needed more than one drink.
Women! women! - Lots of pretty women
Men! men! - They can't live without them
Women! women! - Lots of pretty women
Men! men! - They can't live without them
Eddie was doing a deal with someone from school as he handed the bag of weed for $20, he took the crumbled money from the guy and stuffed and put it into his vest pocket. He had sold almost all the weed and the rest of the drugs in his lunch box.
His head rose just in time to hear your laughter and the way your hips were swinging to the music. He smirked as he eyed you on top of the table with drunk guys shouting at you, Tammy was by your side as he danced with you.
Eddie knew who you were from the classes the two of you shared. You two never talked before or shared a look but he felt your eyes on him. He heard you talk plenty of times, he heard you joke around with your friends, but when they were talking about him, he hears you shut them down. He notices you as you walk through the hallway with your friends. He looks away just in time to feel your eyes on him.
The looks between the two of you were innocent and simple.
You mouth the words to the song, this was one of your favorite songs so you had to make sure you were the center of attention. You had hoped you catch the eye of the certain metal head that was around.
And in the garden, lust began
The animal instinct, the wanton man
She fed him with a hunger, an appetite
And fillin' with emotion he took a bite
" I need another drink" you whispered and yelled at Tammy, she shook he her head as you hopped down making your way to the kitchen. Eddie notices that you had vanished through the crowd and spots the back of your head as he follows you into the kitchen.
He had to talk to you before you slipped away. He stops and watches as you take another drink, slightly wobbly as you stand but he is surprised by the way you down your drink so fast. When you turned around, your eyes meet Eddie's as he sends you a smile.
" Hi Eddie" you waved to him. He brings his hand up and waves as he takes a step towards you.
" You having fun, princess?" he asks, holding his lunch box in front of him.
" Yeah, I see you made some money. Is it empty?" He shook his head and opens it as he shows you the content of it inside. You pout, " Awe, I'm sorry Eddie. If I had any cash on me, I'd let you have it."
" No need princess, I couldn't just take your money" You shrugged leaning your back against the counter as you eye him. His mane of curls looked so pretty and so soft. You wanted to run your fingers through it. His brown doe eyes shined underneath the lightening in the kitchen, his small smile lit on his face with his dimple showing, his ring clad hand shined underneath the light but your mind wondered what his hand would be like around your throat. You could smell his scent, weed, pine and cigarettes in one. But it worked for him and he smelled so good.
" What's on your mind?" he asks dropping his lunchbox next to you as he traps you in between the counter and his body. His breathe fanned over your face as he looked down at you.
" How pretty you look tonight" a hint of red paints his cheeks as he hears you tell him that. He isn't used to compliments as he looks away shyly. " Eddie, you're really pretty" a finger traces over his jaw causing him to shiver and he turns his head at your touch. Your finger begins to dance across his jaw and to his cheeks and across his soft lips and to his nose which you poke going back to his lips.
" Sweetheart, how many have you had tonight?" He motions to the cup that's in your hands as he takes it in his hands and putting it at the table behind him. He turns to look back at you seeing the pout on your lips. Oh how he wishes he could kiss it away.
" This much" you threw him your whole hand and waved it in front of him. He chuckles as he takes a hold of your hand in his, taking his lunch box and takes you through the house to the front door.
" Eddie" you whined, tugging on your hand causing him to stop in his tracks. He looks back at you seeing that pout again and those pleading eyes that he seems to adore now as he looks at you.
" I'm going to take you home, sweetheart" you stomped on your foot but let him lead you to his van. He opens the passenger side, bowing down " M'lady" he says. You stumble up to slide into the passenger seat. Eddie's breath hitches as his eyes lock onto the panties you have on, lacy white panties. He coughs as he adjusts his pants and closes the door.
He gets into the driver side and looks over to you, bringing the seat belt to buckle you up. He looks at the way your hair flowed down and the way it looked like it was so soft. He wanted to run his fingers through it. He looks at the way your glaze eyes shined as you looked out the window. He looks at the way your skin looks the softest as he peeks at your neck. He looks at the top you were wearing, your cleavage was begging for attention and he looked at the way your legs looked in the skirt you were wearing.
You looked hot but right now he wanted to make sure you got home safe. He started the van and began to drive off towards your house, he knows where you live. You lived right next to the Wheeler's.
He gripped the steering wheel and looks over to see your head dozed off with your eyes closed as you leaned against the window of his van. A small smile graze his face as he couldn't wait to call you the next morning and check in how you were doing.
He hoped that you'd answer his call and the two of you can be somewhat friends or if he isn't too chicken to ask you out. But would you say yes? He is scared of rejection but he wants to get to know you too. He settles on just calling you tomorrow and going from there.
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lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - chapter 0.1
“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”
maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.
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masterlist: here
— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l
the first couple chapters kinda suck in my opinion but i swear it gets better!! T-T
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"No, no.. no!" Taehyung grabbed the glass right in time before it was able colliding with the floor. Sighing in relief, he straightened himself when hearing a bubbly giggle. The baby was happily wiggling in her highchair, her hands up to her mouth. Trying stuffing them inside.
"Ari, no," he exhaled and lowered her little hands down. For a few days now she had developed the habit of stuffing all kinds of things, even her own hands, into her mouth. His mother had said her first teeth might start to break through soon. Whatever it was, it made her constantly biting on something.
He attempted to feed her again. Her napkin being all smudged from the previous tries, but he was determined to do so. Sure 7-month-old babies tended not to obey, but she had usually been a rather affable child. He couldn't figure out what it was that day.
"Hm.. maybe the food?" He smelled the paste on the plastic spoon, not being able to sense anything weird though. "Don't you like it? I bought some new flavours to try." The baby girl was just staring at him with big eyes, continuing stuffing her fingers into her mouth. He grabbed another glass. Biting down on his tongue while opening it up.
"Let's try this one. You like it?" He smiled widely and took a spoon of the newly opened glass. It was one of her favorite ones, so she should like it. And indeed, as he sneaked the spoon into her mouth, she actually ate the paste. Making him smile in relief. "So it really was the new flavor. Noted," he nodded while giving her another spoon of the paste she actually liked. After finishing almost the whole glass, he wiped her mouth and little hands clean with a wet tissue. Placing her binky between der lips to prevent her fingers of ending up there again. The girl giggling as he did so. His brown eyes fell on the clock above her then.
"Crap," he muttered and picked her up. Quickly carrying her to the living room. "We've got to go," he announced, "The office is opening soon." Ari was just observing him as he brought her red shoes and matching red jacket. "I hope they take you," he sighed then, earning a blink from her. She smiled then, making him smile as well.
"You're right. Why wouldn't they? You're adorable after all."
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The queue moved and Taehyung took a step forward. His arms growing heavy from carrying Ari the whole time. Him not having much of a choice though. His friend had broken her stroller and those things were quite expensive. He had to buy her a new one soon though or his arms would fall off.
His eyes wandered around. Most in line were young mothers, some fathers being there as well. They didn't have their children with them though, probably had left them somewhere. Something he couldn't. Everyone had been too busy with work this time of the day or lived too far to just quickly drop her off. Besides, he tried spending as much time with her as possible before starting work again.
The line moved again and he watched a couple enter the office. Only one more and it was their turn. To pass some time, he looked at the drawings of cut out animals and flowers on the walls. Some photos with the bigger, two and three year old children hung there as well. Overall a typical cheery day nursery.
"Next one, please," a friendly voice said from inside the office. Making him realise it was finally their turn. "Y-yes, hello," he said while entering. Adjusting his grip around Ari's little body.
Two women were standing behind the desk. One was definitely older than the other. Probably around her fourties. The other one in her mid-twenties maybe. Both greeting him with a smile.
"I'm here to sign her up," he explained as he stepped in front of them. The older woman handed him a few pieces of paper then. Also placing a pen next to the documents. "Fill this out, please." Taehyung nodded and grabbed the pen. However, with Ari in his arm it was difficult to write anything down .
"I can carry her while you're filling in the application." He perked up, locking gazes with the younger woman. Her brown eyes were friendly staring at him. He nodded, indicating he accepted her kind offer and carefully placed the baby in her arms. Her smile immediately growing wider as she grabbed Ari from her little torso. Holding her up in her arms. "Hey, cutie. You'll get back to your daddy in a minute. Okay?" Ari was just staring at her with wide eyes. Starting playing with one of the woman's bracelets.
Taehyung had almost forgotten about the papers, shaking his head then. He started reading and filling them out carefully. Occasionally peeking at the baby who seemed too immersed in the woman's bracelets and long hair to care about him. He laughed under his breath before putting his signature at the bottom of the application. Handing them back to the daycare teacher.
"Ari Kim," she read out loud and scimmed over the rest in silence. Taehyung starting tapping his fingers as she was doing so. Hearing Ari's giggle then, he turned his head. Seeing she was being tickled in the neck.
"Alright, Mr. Kim." The teacher's voice made his head go back. "Everything seems to be fine. We'll inform you in about a week if Ari gets in or not."
His brows furrowed. "Is there a chance she isn't getting in?
"Well," the older woman started with a sigh, "This year we got an especially high number of applicants as the other daycare close by relocated further away. So there's a possibility that a small percentage won't be able to get accepted here."
He tried not to show his disappointment by offering her a small smile. There wasn't much he could do after all. "Alright, thank you," he said and went to take Ari back. The younger woman carefully putting her back in his arms. Even though Ari didn't seem to have finished playing with her new found toy. Her little hands reaching out to the woman, trying desperately to grab the bracelets. And she started whining when failing.
"Ari, no. We're going home now," he tried to calm her down with his soft voice as he walked towards the door, "You'll play with Mr Bear and the little penguin." However, she was unfased by his words, continuing whimpering for the bracelets.
"Wait," the young woman's friendly voice was heard then. Causing him to pause and glance behind him. She walked up to them, sliding a bracelet off her wrists. "Here little Ari," she said then and handed it to the baby, who all of a sudden stopped crying. Her cheeks still red and puffy, but nothing hinting to her being upset anymore. Happily staring at the blue beads in her little hands instead. As if she was hypnotised by them.
"This is yours though. Please keep it," Taehyung said and tried taking it from Ari's hands. Making the baby instantly frown. Ready to start whining again, when the woman shook her head.
"It's alright, she can keep it. It's not of any value anyway."
He nodded, thanking her with a small grin. "I hope Ari gets in," she wispered with a little smirk then, before rushing back behind the desk. He blinked surprised, giving her a nod. Appreciating her words.
After bidding goodbye to both teachers he made his way out. Observing the content expression on Ari's face with a chuckle as he carried her back to the car.
"Seems you always get what you want, don't you?"
Ari made a bubbly noise, focusing back on the bracelet.
Taehyung zipped her jacket up and pressed her against his chest. Shielding her from the wind that was picking up. Spring couldn't arrive soon enough in his opinion.
Although he had always rather been a fan of the winter season, having to take care of a baby with low temperatures and freezing winds was more difficult than he had imagined. He could only hope that the warmer seasons would be easier to handle.
He took a glance at Ari. Her short dark hair stands swaying under her beanie. She was sucking on the bracelet she had got as a gift by now and he dragged a sigh. The little girl looking up at him with doe eyes. And his face softened. Her innocent, almost naive expression making his heart melt.
Being a single parent surely wasn't easy. But he would try his best for her.
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next chapter: 0.2 here
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Hi! If I could, may I have a type one twisted wonderland match-up?
I'm a weird mix of an ambivert as sometimes I'll be loud and outgoing around my friends and then like two minuets later I'm silent as a mouse, same applies with strangers I could be really bubbly and friendly or I could be cold and rude. I adore cats, music, books, and writing. I am aiming for a career in digital design, or working with kids in some form, I'm the oldest sibling and am the shortest of them all. I play way too many gacha games and get overly attached to them, I also have bit of a gambling addiction from Genshin Impact. My favorite genre of music would be either pop-rock or late nineties rock, I love me a good murder mystery and often watch deadly women with my mom. I suck at spelling but am some what decent at writing stories, I love trying out makeup looks and have lots of fun trying new products. I'm protective of my friends and will punch someone for saying something rude to them, but at the same time they cannot have any of my food or the punch will be directed at them. My love language is physical touch, I'll poke, hit lightly, hug, lock arms and more to show I care. I get flustered really easily at cute things and love baby animals especially baby cheetahs!! I'm very into astrology and astronomy, and have a book full of every day of the year and what it means if you were born on that day (it also lists other days where your soulmate would be born on and I find it so funny that Vil and Ruggie have soulmate b-days lol). I am polyamorous, and pansexual and just don't really care about how others perceive my gender haha.
(I love how many people are like "I'm too into otome games" like sweetie this is a safe space. I'm writing fanfics about said otome games instead of watching the Superbowl like a functional person😂 anyways, I hope you enjoy this! Special mention to Epel who I almost matched you with.)
I match you with Ace Trappola.
Ace is the assertive extrovert who just keeps adopting introverts…or in your case an ambivert. He tricks you into being his friend, then BAM! Suddenly you're married dating.
He's also a physically affectionate guy. He loves to playfully throw his arm around your shoulders, attempt to knock you over (usually he is only pretending, but sometimes he gets too excited and comes in too hard), kiss your cheek whenever he gets excited about passing a test or something, grab your hand when he sees you, and pretty much anything he can think of.
He's going to exploit your gambling addiction from time to time. Like if he's feeling "neglected" he's not, he's just a baby /affectionate he'll pull out a card game and bet that if he wins you need to stop what you are doing and cuddle him until he says stop. And he's a cheater, so he can go double or nothing with you as many times as you'll let him
Totally into your music and shows. He gets a little scared with murder mysteries, but he still wants to be with you, so he'll put up with it. the music he's even more excited about. There's no way he isn't into nineties rock. Just look at him.
He thinks it's so interesting how you can tell him so much about astronomy and astrology. If you pull out the book and you have soulmate dates, he'll be so proud and brag to everyone. If you don't, he'll pretend he doesn't care and then edit the note in the book later. If someone else joins your relationship later, though, And they have a soulmate date with you, he'll become an outspoken critic.
You were walking down the hallway after your last class of the day. Suddenly, you felt a hand and fingers intertwine with yours. You giggled and turned over your shoulder, to see your boyfriend offering you a gift bag.
"I got ya something. No need to thank me," he had the proudest smirk on his face.
"Wasn't going to," you winked, before taking the bag from him. You opened it up, and pulled out a stuffed fuzzy giraffe.
"Aw! Ace!" You squealed, hugging it tight to yourself before hugging Ace even tighter.
"Yeah, I know, I know, I'm the best boyfriend ever," he said, thankful that you couldn't see his red cheeks or hear his internal thoughts of,"Oh my god oh my god they are too cute I can't stand it!"
"Eeeh, I love it so much!" You giggled against him.
"Ace, your face is super red, are you sick or something?"
"Shut your face, Epel!"
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a father’s duty
Summary: brought to u by the wholesome picture of Cevans sewing up dodger’s stuffed lion 🤧
Warnings: Talk of trauma (nothing too in depth) and talk of sex
Pairings: Dad, Husband!Ransom x reader
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You and Ransom were cuddled up together on the couch, some random movie he had chosen that you weren’t paying attention to. You wanted to cuddle, but he insisted on watching this movie so a compromise had to be made. And the feeling of his hand going up and down, inside your shirt, against your arm; Could only make you purr in contentment.
And you were meant to doze off if it wasn’t for the dramatic, high pitched scream of pure agony. You both shot up from your seats, looking at each other wide eyed before dashing up the stairs (Ransom ahead).
Until you were in the doorway of an overly purple room.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
Ransom let a small, stunned gasp at the feel of a teary eyed four year old, Celeste bolting to his legs. Her small arms had tried to wrap around his legs as she sobbed into his jeans, fists tight as she clutching the denim.
Confused you had leant down adjacent to her, Ransom peering down from his stance, lifting her arms to softly run circles over her back.
“What’s wrong baby?” a fake pout on your lips.
“She’s dead!” she had sobbed, her puffy cheek making contact with his expensive jeans to make eye contact with you.
“What? Who’s dead babe?” Ransom asked, tilting his head downward, eye brows stitched together.
She propped her chin up against his leg, “Daffy” she blubbered, extending her arm behind her to point at the limp stuffed bunny a few feet away.
“Fucking––” He couldn’t finish his sentence a hearty laugh emitted into the otherwise somber air, still laughing (some tears streaking his face) he had picked up the once blubbering girl so she saddled on his hip.
“Ransom! It’s not funny and language, god”
“C'mon” he dragged the n, “You gotta admit this is hilarious, she’s so dramatic...I wonder who she gets it from” he smirked, looking at you knowingly.
“You” you appointed, holding back your smile.
“As if” he scoffs rolling his eyes.
“Daffy!” Celeste exclaimed, snapping the two from their loving trance.
“Right!” you snapped yourself back into mom mode, making way to Daffy and your way back to the two, watching Ransom wipe the tears from Celeste’s face, calming her down in a hushed voice.
You sidle up next to Ransom lifting the stuffed animal, so the both of you could evaluate the state of her favorite buddy. You looked up to him, watching his face scrunch up, almost like disgust, but you knew he was just very confused.
“Jeez leste, what’d you do?”
The light yellow bunny up front was perfectly fine, but once you had turned it around a tear in the fabric of the it’s “spine” was parted, the thread poking out along the hem.
“I–– I was just spinning her around”
“Is that really what you did” you prompted.
“No..” she set forward shyly, resting her temple against her father’s shoulder. “There was a string and then I pulled it by accident”
“By accident?” Ransom asked, eyebrows raised.
“On purpose” she mumbled, eyes tearing up slowly.
Celeste is probably the biggest liar the two of you know. You both have been working on that habit, reassuring her that it was fine and being honest is better most times (minus surprises, safety, etc). You both had even resorted to acting out examples for her. She was getting better, but ever the fibber she still found a way to slip into the habit. And when you had asked her why exactly she loved lying, she only replied with a quib “It’s fun!” giggling to herself.
“Hey it’s okay, you were curious” he cooed, “Mommy will fix it don’t worry”
You looked up at him mesmerized, not so surprised at the father he was becoming. Remembering all those nights he had kept the two of you up, even the day you were in labor, he had been worried. How was he ever supposed to love a kid properly–– let alone his–– when he never had that benefit. All these what ifs running through his head in a cycle.
He had even taken it upon himself to sign you both up for those parenting classes. The ones with the fake dolls. Dolls that he held gently as if they were alive.
“I will. You’ve had a long day, love, you wanna go to bed now?” you asked her, smiling.
She nods silently, reaching her hands out to you. Ready for the familiar night routine to begin.
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After Celeste had been put to bed, it was not you and Ransom being the only two up. You were both in your shared bathroom, getting ready for bed.
You groaned, catching the attention of Ransom. “Sewing that thing is gonna be some work” watching yourself in the mirror as you rub in your lotion.
“You’re tying that thing together, how hard can that be?”
“I’m sewing it together”
“Tomato, Tomahto” he responded.
“Fine, since you think it’s so easy why don’t you fix it for her?”
“Deal. I’ll take another night of anal as my end” he says this confindently, not expecting another word for you, as he saunters past you briskly but not before placing a kiss to your check and a rough smack to the ass.
Ransom.
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And god did he take this seriously. Making sure you were up this entire time as he achieved his new level of domesticity.
And you did, sitting up against the headboard as you watched him sit shirtless across the sized room.
He sits in the barrel chair. the stuffed animal in his lap, a spool of light pink thread to match the bunny in between his legs, and a packet of needles in his hand.
“Babe you have to––”
He holds up a hand, stopping you from saying whatever you were about to say.
“I got this babe” he tells you, looking at you wearily as he pulls up a video (‘how to sew stuffed bunny animal together’) on his phone.
You watch him watch the video,switching the show you were watching to make it seem as if you weren’t watching him too carefully.
He squints, focused as he listens to the lady in the video.
“You look so cute”
“Thanks” he grumbles, placing a thimble on his pointer finger.
He was like a cute grandmother. His eyebrows brought together and tongue poking through his cheek, which you teased him endlessly about. There was just something about watching a brawly, grumpy man like him knit. So you pulled your phone out wanting to take a quick picture.
“Put. it. down.” he tells you, not even looking away from his task.
“Wha–– You’re really creepy, you know that. Smile” you demand of him. “It’d be so cute for the album”
He of course doesn’t smile instead raising the stuffed animal to cover his face from the camera, but you were quick enough to get something before that. Smiling fondly at the adorable photo of his concentrated face. Once you had your fill of serotonin, you closed the device and reached over to set it on your nightstand.
“You gonna give me a kiss goodnight before you go?” he asks you stoically, head still looking down at his task.
“Yes Ransom. Just give me a minute’ you respond, shimmying yourself from the soft sheets. You make your way besides Ransom–– naturally he wraps one arm around your waist to bring you–– leaning down and placing a kiss to his cheek (which he smiles at) then his lips. He pulls back first only to return again for a deeper one. Sending you off, finally, with a pinch to your ass.
“Goodnight, Baby” you tell him over your shoulder on your way back to the bed.
“Night y/n/n.”
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“y/n” is whispered in your ear and the shaking of your shoulder is what causes you to wake up. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Ransom standing over you gleefully.
“Ransom?” you rasp, turning your whole body over to face him, looking at the clock on your night stand. “It’s two in the morning!”
“Thanks captain obvious” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Yet, he lifts up the stuffed animal. Both hands on either paws, holding it up to show you. “I finished!”
You instantly noticed the band-aid wrapped around his thumb and the brightest smile on his face. Through it you could see how proud of himself he really was. He really was getting a hand of this dad thing he was still figuring it out.
Ransom, however, could only think about how tired he was and how strained his eyes felt––probably rimmed red. With the amount of times he had to rewatch the video because he missed or didn’t understand a step. But, for his little girl it was definitely worth it.
“Well, look at you. You did so good bub” you extend your arm up lazily to then loop it around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss.
If only his conceited friends could see him now. Thinking about how Danver, one of the many friends he had dropped, would berate him passively. Calling it a women’s role most likely.
“Thank you” he settles one more kiss, “Let’s go”
“Go where?” you chuckle
“Leste’s room...where else? She’ll need him to sleep the rest of the night comfortably” he explains, removing your arm from his neck. To gently tug your hand.
“You sure?” you ask hesitantly.
“Hundred percent, let’s go”
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You open the door slowly, the creaking sound it emitted making you cringe. And when you’re hushed by Ransom, you twist around instantly sending him a stink eye.
And you both stand against the side of her bed, you crouch down. Raising your hand to her shoulder.
“Lesty” you whisper, your thumb running circles over her shoulder.
She wakes up slowly, as always. The clear indication that she is awake being when she raises her hand to rub at her eyes.
“Mommy? She stops and gasps, “Are we going to Disney?” asking the question with glee, she sits up, her hands placed over her book patterned pajama pants.
You and Ransom share a short laugh. Remembering how you surprised her just like this months ago. The frown that overtakes her face makes you both want to laugh.
“I’m going back to sleep” she tells you both, already reaching for her blanket.
“Wait” you laugh, holding her hand. “There's a surprise for you”
At your announcement, Ransom steps up holding out the sewed up stuffy. Her tiny hands covered the gasp she let out, muffling it.
“She’s fixed!” she’s astonished, running her fingers along the stitches.
Celeste felt like a jumping bean with all this happiness filling her body and she wasn’t sure how to express how happy she felt. So, she jumped onto her mother, arms latched onto her neck. Kissing her cheek incessantly.
“Thank you thank you thank you-”
“Actually––” you start.
“Woah! Woah! Woah!” ever the dramatic, “Momma didn’t do this. I did babe” he tells her, a gobsmacked, playful expression on his face.
Ransom’s replica quickly unlatched herself from y/n, rocketing herself into his arms. He held onto her tightly. Falling in love with the toothy smile–– albeit it was missing a front one–– she gave him. He was rolling around in her appreciation towards his gesture. This was all he wanted. To be a better man for you to marry and be a better father for his daughter.
He brought her into him a little bit, placing a kiss to her forehead.
“Anything for you Leste” he tells her in a hush.
You rise slowly from your crouch, knees a bit sore from how long you were down there. Just in awe of the love they both exerted towards each other. Ransom’s hand lightly flying over the back of her head and Her tiny palm coddling his cheek.
“Time for bed?” you ask the two of them, your hand naturally going to Ransom and Celeste’s shoulder.
“Yeah. I’m tired” she tells you, dragging out the h. Setting her cheek to her dad’s muscled shoulder. Nuzzling her cheek against it lazily.
“Yeah? Well let’s put you in bed first” Ransom responds.
You walk behind the two, as Ransom sets her down gently on her bed.
He sets a kiss to her cheek then he pulls back, watching the way her arms tighten around the stuffed animal.
“You love it?” he asks, a proud smile etched on his face.
“Yes” she whispers, “Thank you, daddy” her palm caressing the top of it’s head.
“Anything for you Leste” he reaffirmed. He needed her to know that he’d do anything. Anything. To keep a smile that bright on her precious face. He didn’t want her to doubt if he ever loved her or if she could ever come to him about anything. He especially didn’t want her to think that she’d be second to his work.
He loved her too much and decided, right when you told him the news, he’d learn from his parents’ mistakes and trauma he had to deal with.
“Goodnight, honey”
He gets up from his spot watching you lean over placing a kiss to her cheek, tugging the crocheted blanket to Celeste’s chin.
“Night baby” you tell her sweetly.
“Night” she replies to the both of you before snuggling into the duck more.
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RIght when you shut the door, you expect to face Ransom’s back walking towards your bedroom. But try not to scream, startled, when your head meets with his chest.
You look up, probably not the smartest thing to do. “You ready for bed?” you ask nervously, each hand landing on his broad shoulders.
With the way he was looking at you, you would assume you were the last stash of biscoff cookies he always keeps fully stored in the house. Especially, with the other Drysdale in the house, the cookies went by faster when they used to.
“Don’t think so..We made a bet. Remember?” he smiles
“RIght now?!” you hiss lowly. He must have lost his mind. “You woke me up at like three in the morning”
“It was actually two” you whack his arm at his smart mouth, of course he doesn’t react. “Anyway. A bets a bet. Let’s go baby” he crouches down, lifting you up swiftly into a bride-groom like position.
“Ransom!” you whisper, taken by surprise.
“A quickie and then we’ll drop her off at your parents tomorrow to get to the real stuff tomorrow” he asserts.
With that, he picks up his speed. Taking you both down the hallway. Once he’s arrived at his destination–– the bedroom–– he throws you on the bed. Laughing to himself with how stricken you look. You should be used to this by now, he tells himself.
“Ransom!” is the last of his name he hears with a tone of scolding mixed with shock, before he gets to work. When he climbs on top of you quickly––like a lion to prey––biting your neck.
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Haikyuu Boys Vs. Period Simulators
To all my Girls/AFAB friends/Anyone With a Uterus, I bring you this as I currently pass away from my period cramps. Remember not all periods are the same and some people don’t get them but to those who do I offer you my comfort and support!
Taglist: @myhaikyuudump @violentcloudchaser
Genre: Fluff, Wholesome Fluff
Rating: PG
TW: Use of the words Kitten, Babe. Mentions of Period Blood, Blood in general, Cramps, Pain, Crying, Ushijima being insensitive
Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Ushijima
Kuroo:
Kuroo is a man of science
He knows exactly what periods are and what cramps are caused by
“It’s the lining of your uterus that’s shedding so your body is acting like a stress ball!”
“At least the cramps aren’t always bloody right?”
You’re never in the mood to hear his science explanations
One month he comes home from work with a package and he’s super excited about it
“I’m gonna have a period with you this time!”
“It’s a muscle stimulator that simulates period cramps!”
“I’ll wear it and then when you say the pain feels worse I’ll match it and suffer with you”
You really didn’t think this was a good idea but he really wanted to show you how supportive he was
So when your period rolls around he starts wearing it and waiting for your signal
It’s not too bad the first two days and he brags about how well he’s taking it since you told him that on a scale from 1-10 it felt like a 2.
It’s day three through five that gets him
You woke up with your cramps dialed up to a 9 and you kicked him in the back by accident as you groaned in pain
“A 9? Are you sure kitten?
He got whacked in the head before turning it up
Immediately this 6ft 4in man is howling on the floor as he tries to stretch out his stomach in the cat yoga position like you’d done the other day and he’s on the verge of tears
Thankfully within the span of maybe 45 minutes your cramps reduce to a 4 and he’s shaking as he tries to stand
“I think this thing is broken there is no way that that was a 9. That was like a 42″
But he’s a man of his word and he sticks it out with you for as long as you’re on your period
Becomes a huge advocate for the women at his work and scolds the other employee’s for mocking them when they have cramps or other issues
“Respect Women Juice” badge: Earned
Bokuto
Bokuto has two older sisters so he absolutely knows the drill
In high school he carried pads and tampons in his backpack and used to offer it to the girls in his class
When you started dating you explained that your periods made you stay home from school sometimes he would always try to skip school with you
It didn’t work but you appreciated the sentiment
When he saw the challenge video pop up on his Suggested Video feed on YouTube he immediately ordered one.
You had been having suspiciously easy periods lately so when he brought up the idea of sharing a period with you, you quickly agreed
“This isn’t so bad!”
“Maybe I should do this every month it actually feels kinda good!”
“OOH Maybe Akaashi would do it too!”
Until your period hit suddenly and you were bedridden for most of the time
Bokuto had been wearing the muscle stimulator when you had fainted from the pain
He quickly turned it up to a 10 and sat through the pain as you slowly regained consciousness
As long as you were in pain he was in pain
When you regained consciousness finally informed him that the pains had subsided to a 3 he accidentally let out the biggest sigh
“Baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to sigh like that! I just felt relief!”
“But you go through this pain all the time!”
“You’re such a powerful person and I admire you so much for this”
Bokuto called Akaashi after he helped you into the bath and did the laundry
“Akaashi can you help me arrange something? I need lots and lotsa chocolate and ice cream and the biggest stuffed animal you can find!”
“I’ll pay you back this time!”
He did complain about it to Akaashi but ninety percent of the conversation involved how amazing you were and how Bokuto wanted to take care of you for the rest of your lives together
“Respect Woman Juice” badge: Earned
Ushijima
Ok in his defense
Ushijima had no sisters, and his mother and grandmother did not care to let him have female friends
So Ushijima doesn’t understand the pain you’re in
“It can’t be that bad”
“You’re not dying”
“Why are you yelling at me”
Ushijima was very surprised when you stopped letting him hang out with you for a week every month
Ushijima did eventually get a talking to from Tendou and he made Ushijima watch one of those very mature Sex Ed videos detailing what a period was and why he shouldn’t be so insensitive
Ushijima approached you cautiously a few days before your next period was supposed to start with a very sincere apology
“I’m sorry for the way I treated your periods. Tendou offered a way for me to experience how you feel if you would let me.”
“We bought a muscle stimulator that’s supposed to stimulate period cramps.”
“I will do it with you.”
Well of course you took him up on that offer
When your period rolled around a few days later, he followed his promise
For you, your cramps really weren’t that bad but you kind of wanted revenge
“Are- Are you sure that your cramps are this bad right now?”
He was grunting and groaning a lot and surprisingly he was curled up in a fetal position for most of your “cramps”
At exactly 2pm on the third day of your period he quit
“I’m sorry I just cannot continue”
“I understand your pain and I will never mock you for it again”
Ushijima kept his word and never mocked you for it again
He would help prep for your period and take care of you for the entire length of your period
“Respect Women Juice” badge: Half earned
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Puppy Problems (USWNT x Reader)
Request: team x reader where the reader lost her dog and the team manages to find it (maybe it was in a shelter or someone contacted them or something idk) and reunites her with her dog during a match?
Hey dudes, I changed this just slightly because it thought it flowed a little better! I hope you enjoy. Hit me up with requests, questions or if you just want to say Hi!
You loved Lindsey and Emily, you really really did, but you were going to kill them. Really, how could two grown-ass adults lose a giant black dog? A giant black lab who had been trained to be a police dog but turned out to be too kind for the job, who never strayed more than three feet from you at any given point in time.
He was more than just a puppy. Riker was your best friend. He had been the only one there for you when your grandma died. And now the two lovable idiots before you had lost him.
“Run it by me again,” You ground out, your fists clenching as you glared at Emily, who was attempting to cower behind Lindsey.
“Riker, Fergs, and Bagle were playing by the wooded area at the park-“ Emily started, avoiding eye contact with you.
“Without their leashes?” You interrupted, glaring a hole in the side of her head. You had specifically instructed them to not take him off his leash unless he was in an enclosed space. Riker was a good boy, but you didn’t like him running wild when there wasn’t a fence to stop him. Like you, he got distracted and liked to meet new people and animals. At least with a fence or a leash, he couldn’t wander too far.
Emily took a step back, almost as if she were using Lindsey as a shield. The taller blond rolled her eyes, placing both hands on Emily’s shoulders and forcing her to stand in front of her.
“Without their leashes, and we got distracted for a second-“ Sonnett tried again, doing whatever she could to placate you.
“Don’t try and put this on me Sonnett, you were the one who just had to try the swings” Lindsey interrupted her with a scoff. You loved that dog more than anything else on this planet, and she had been too busy making sure Sonnett didn’t break her neck to watch Ri too. This was all on Emily as far as she was concerned.
“We looked away for one second and Ri was gone,” Emily continued as though Lindsey hadn’t tried to throw her under the bus.
She bit her lip when you didn’t respond. You glared at the floor, your fists clenching and unclenching.
“You lost my dog, my best friend because you wanted to go on some swings?” You said through gritted teeth. Retiring your Laser eyes to the two women.
“We’re so sorry,” Emily said, raising her arms in a calm down motion. But you were way too far gone. You knew Emily could be childish, but this was above and beyond that. This was sheer negligence. Blatant disrespect for your wishes and it had resulted in your best friend being missing.
“5…” You said your voice deadly calm.
“What?” Sonnett asked, her eyebrows furrowing. Of all the things she thought you were going to say, this wasn’t one of them.
“4…” You took a step towards them, and they matched you with a step back.
“Em,” Lindsey said with fear in her voice, the wheels turning rapidly in her head.
“3…” You took another step, a sickening smirk stretching across your face. You were going to kill them.
“Em, run,” Lindsey said, eyes wide and Emily took off out of the hotel room and down the all.
“0,” You yelled, chasing after her, catching up to her with ease. It was one of the perks of being a forward you supposed.
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Emily yelped, as you hoisted her up on your shoulder.
“Was losing my fuckin-“ You growled, planning on throwing her in the hotel pool with all her stuff in her pockets. You loved towards the stairs, paying no attention to the protesting woman on your shoulders or the women who were peeking their heads out of their rooms.
“Whoa there Ms. Muscles, I think you need to take a chill pill,” Ash said, stepping into the hallway, and placing a hand on your chest.
“Don’t tell me what to do Ash, they lost Riker,” You growled at the woman, a touch of just how upset you were leaking into your tone.
You placed Emily back into the floor, bringing your hands up to scrub your eyes, your shoulders shaking from trying to suppress your tears. Ash immediately pulled you into a hug, glaring over your head at the two women who had done probably the worst thing they could have to you.
“You two did what?!” She hissed at them. She loved Riker almost as you did. He was Logan and Storms’ best buddy. Plus he was fantastic at keeping you calm.
“It was an accident,” Emily mumbled miserably, and Lindsey had the decency to at least look ashamed.
“You left him by himself. Now he’s all alone, probably out there scared out of his mind,” You sobbed into Ash’s chest. She carded her fingers through your hair, running fingers down your back.
“He’s just a dog, calm down,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, and you lunged at her. A feral scream leaving your lips. How fucking dare her. Ash’s arm wrapped around your middle, preventing you from getting to the blond.
“Ok, I think everyone here needs to take a breather,” Alex said, finally stepping in, putting in her captain voice.
“Take Y/n to my room,” she ordered, and ash nodded, lifting you and dragging you towards The room Alex was sharing with Kelley. She waited for the telltale click of the door before turning to the crowd of women before her.
“We need to find that dog,” Kelley mumbled, not used to seeing you go from adorable and sunny to ready to rip someone’s head off. Alex ran a frustrated hand through her hair.
“Tobs and Chris check the hotel, Sam and Rose check the park. Kel, you call all the shelters in the area, and Mal, you make sure that Sonnett and Horan stay away from Y/n” Alex ordered, listing off the women on her fingers.
“And what are you going to do,” Kelley asked with a raised eyebrow. So maybe Alex had a thing for you. A very small thing that the entire team, besides you, was well aware of. They had bets going on how long it was going to take you to finally ask her out or is she was going to ask you out first.
“Comfort Y/n,” She hummed, looking away.
“Of course that’s the job you assign yourself,” Kelley’s snort was accompanied by the
“Shut up, and find the dog,” Alex grumbled, a light shade of pink dusting her cheeks. The team mock saluted and headed to their station.
The sight that met Alex when she entered your room could only be described as pitiful. You were buried under the blankets, curled up next to Ash. Your eyes were red, and the tear stains were burned into your cheeks.
The sound of the door drew your attention away from the Disney movie playing on the screen, and you opened your arms when you saw Alex. You wouldn’t ever tell Ash, but Alex gave the best cuddles out of everyone on the team. She obliged your request, sliding into bed and pulling you into her chest. She placed a delicate kiss on the crown of your head. You sighed, relaxing back into her.
“We’ll find him, I promise,” She whispered, and you just nodded, too tired to form words. You trusted her with your life, and now Riker’s. She would do her best to keep her word.
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“How the fuck are we supposed to find one particular Black Lab in a city filled to the brim with them,” Kelley growled, tossing her phone down on the bed. That had been the 4th shelter that told her about the wide array of pups they had, just not the one she was looking for.
“Didn’t Y/n have him chipped last year?” Mal asked after a few seconds.
“Mal you’re a freaking genius,” Kelley exclaimed, placing both of her hands on Mal’s face and kissing her forehead. ”So what does that mean?” She asked after a few seconds and the rest of the room’s occupants burst into laughter.
“It means we just have to wait for a vet or a shelter to call us and tell us that they have Riker,” Emily mumbled, rolling her eyes, but her cheeks still turning upwards a little. Sure, she fucked up, but at least they had a better shot of finding Riker.
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Alex sighed in content, running her fingers through your soft hair, and tracing your dimples as you cuddled impossibly closer to her. It had taken both the Little Mermaid and Peter Pan to calm you down after Ash had accidentally put in Lady and the Tramp instead of Aladdin, and she was released that you had finally seemed to settle.
You were so adorable with the blanket pulled up to your chin, your stuffed triceratops Roary tucked under your arm, all wrapped in her arms. Not Cathay she would ever mention that out loud.
A knock at the door pulled the both of you out of your quiet stupor, and you Groaned as the knocking got even more insistent. Alex patted your head and got up to answer the door. You heard it click and her soft voice call for you.
“Alex, I don’t want anyone else trying to cheer me up,” You huffed, rolling over and burying your face into the pillow. Your various teammates had taken turns coming to check on you and Alex, and you were just tired of them treating you like a baby.
“I think you’ll like this person,” You could hear the smirk on her voice, as a heavyweight was suddenly on top of you. Soft barking filling the air as it started to try and dig you out of your blankets. You immediately flipped over and were met with a million licks to your face.
“Ri!!!” You squeezed, petting him everywhere you could reach, as he wiggles in your arms, licking you and rubbing his head on your face as if to say that he missed you just as much as you missed him.
Alex and Kelley watched the two of you reconnect from the door, wide smiles breaking across their face. They knew that you and Riker were close, and the way the two of you interacted only proved that point. They were glad that the two of you were back together
“She’s so cute,” Alex mumbled under her breath as you moved the covers to let Riker burrow into your side, placing a very sweet kiss on his head. She wasn’t even bothered that she had been replaced by your furry friend.
“You better make a move before someone else does,” Kelley smirked, bumping her shoulder. Alex’s blush was answer enough. She loved you, and she could only hope that you would love her as much as you loved Riker.
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Meeting and Dating Mitch Kramer
(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)
(If the story ain’t broke why fix it?)
- You first met Mitch at the Emporium. You and a few of your older friends were busy playing a game of pool when he and Pink came over.
- The soon-to-be senior introduced the two of you and you chatted for a while, hitting it off straight away. You thought he was awkwardly adorable and he thought you were absolutely amazing.
- After a short conversation, the two of you said goodbye and went about your separate nights... at least for a little while. Soon enough you’d find yourselves running into each other again at the beer bust, both a little tipsy but happy to see each other.
- The two of you sober up a bit while you talk and you wind up spending half the night getting to know each other. You share a kiss in the early hours of the morning and give him a ride home, making plans to hang out later that day if he wasn’t completely grounded.
- Your first date is at the arcade. You give him a peck on the lips everytime he wins a game and he “pays you back” with a gift from the prize counter. Well it’s safe to say he won more than a stuffed animal that day since the two of you have been together ever since.
- Lots of pda. He has no shame, especially when it comes to you. He want’s people to know that you’re together; he’s very proud.
- He tends to just call you some form of your own name, he feels sort of awkward calling you anything else. It just never sounds right coming out of his mouth, at least to him.
- Lot’s of making out. It’s one of his favorite hobbies.
- Going to his baseball games.
- Walking each other to class.
- Bowling dates.
- Convincing him to let you braid his hair and do other weird shit to it.
- Brushing hair from each others faces.
- Hanging out with Jodi every once and a while. She thinks you’re adorable and teases the two of you constantly.
- Laying side by side on his bed, listening to his music together.
- He likes to make different mixtapes for the two of you. You spend a lot of time jumping around his room and singing along.
- Hanging out on the moon tower. You like going up there at night and stargazing.
- Sitting alone together during parties.
- He doesn’t mind just talking to you all night, he never gets tired of your conversations.
- Helping him and his friends evade O’Bannion or occasionally get their revenge.
- Giving each other pecks on the lips.
- Wearing his baseball cap and playing dress up with his different patterned shirts. The two of you may or may not have matching outfits courtesy of his mom.
- Making sure he’s alright at parties and isn’t going to get himself killed while stumbling around drunk.
- His friends like to tease him whenever you’re around, telling embarrassing stories or roasting him. They’re all very impressed, and slightly jealous, that he managed to snag a babe like you.
- He’s pretty much willing to do whatever you ask mainly because he loves you and wants you to be happy but also because he wants you to think he’s cool and reliable.
- He likes being able to impress you. He tends to try and act all nonchalant about the stuff he manages to do even though he often surprises himself, once again: he wants you to think he’s cool.
- A lot of boys his age (and older) are immature but he’s often an exception. Having an older sister has definitely helped to desensitize him to girly things and given him more experience when it comes to understanding women.
- Mitch is constantly putting people before himself, it’s one of the reasons you love him so much but it’s also something you try to help him with. You don’t want him being used and manipulated so you keep a bit of an eye out for assholes.
- There’s been at least a few instances of him going to Jodi or his mom for advice. He doesn’t trust his friends directions and women know women best, right?
- Picnic dates.
- Arcade dates.
- Getting to hear all of the crazy stories he has from hanging out with the seniors.
“So he says to me ‘throw it’ and what am I gonna say? No? And so I throw it, and I kid you not, the thing goes through someone’s windshield.”
- It’s pretty easy to convince him to do something with you. Late night convenience store runs, weird adventures, whatever you have in mind.
- Ignoring his older friends innuendos and dirty jokes. They like embarrassing him in any way they can.
“Hey, have fun kids. And you watch out cause this kids a wild child, man!”
- He likes to keep his arm around your waist so that people know you’re dating. He doesn’t think anyone would immediately assume you were together “because, well, he’s him and you’re you”.
- He definitely has his jealous moments. Most guys don’t take him seriously since he’s “just a freshman” (especially the more persistent drunks and assholes) which leads to a bit of insecurity when it comes to your relationship. You’re beautiful, he’s sure a ton of guys are lined up waiting for him to mess up or for you to get tired of him.
- A lot of the time he’ll ask his friends about the guys who are talking to you, trying to seem nonchalant which isn’t too much of a feat since his friends are usually a bit drunk. If he doesn’t like their response he’ll come over and join the conversation, making sure nothing fishy is going on.
- Wondering how he meets some of the people he knows.
- He leans his chin on your shoulder or presses his face against the side of your head whenever he hugs you from behind.
- He’s got a framed photo of you next to his bed that he likes to look at when he’s going to bed.
- Nose kisses.
- You both follow each other around like lost puppies depending on what kind of situation you’re in.
- Walking home from school together or driving him home. A lot of the time you’ll grab a bite to eat together once classes are over.
- Staying at each other’s houses for dinner. You’re always invited over to his place since his mom adores you.
- You cuddle snuggled into his side while laying your head on his arm/chest and holding his hand.
- Little snide remarks and teasing, the two of you like to banter.
- You rarely ever fight but when you do he acts rather passive aggressive, Not quite addressing the problem just making cryptic comments that you’re supposed to understand. It’s annoying but he’ll usually come to his senses pretty quickly, sigh and apologize while trying his best to actually explain how he feels.
- He’s a good bullshitter, making up little stories on the spot whenever he needs, He often entertains you with little characters that he’s created whenever you’re both bored.
- He’s a slut for handholding.
- Bowling dates.
- Study dates.
- He’s always the first person to tell you you’ll do great on a test or anything you’re worried about.
- Shy “I love you’s” every now and again.
- You plan to spend not just your high school days together, but the rest of your days as well.
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@hammurabicomplex asked : sal/eve
Gives nose/forehead kisses - It’s both, but Sal does this to Eve significantly more if he thinks she looks cute or upset.
Gets jealous the most - Eve. 🤯 Sal has had his toxic moments of jealousy. He’s disliked his male friends/associates from seeing any photograph of her or staring for too long. He’s felt threatened by her male dancer partners for having too much chemistry with her and he doesn’t know what he would do if one of his associates confessed attraction to her - he feels like he’d beat them, but Eve’s more possessive of Sal when it comes to women.
In their marriage, she will outright tell him things like, ‘I don’t like you talking to her.’ ‘Why does she have to talk to you, specifically?’ She has threatened to leave him numerous times if he ever had a mistress since they are commonplace in the mafia. And at Sal’s nightclub, when seeing how a young waitress was giddy around him, she made subtle romantic gestures throughout the night to let her know he was spoken for. She’s also slapped Yara because Sal whispered in her ear, as we know.
Eve doesn’t know why she feels so territorial, but she assumes it is either because women in her family have been cheated on or because she loves ( and in certain ways, admires ) Sal so much that she abhors the idea of him spending intimate time with anyone else. Lucky for her, Sal finds her jealousy flattering.
Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive - This would be Sal because he knows how to drive. Eve doesn’t. However, Eve feels more safe getting drunk at home rather than at a bar. But if Sal was too drunk to drive home, Eve would call one of his friends and tell them to bring Sal home.
Takes care of on sick days - Eve doesn’t hesitate taking care of Sal if he’s ill! However, Sal has pride. He acts as though his cold is minor, he’s just tired and needs rest. But really, he’s never liked Eve seeing him vomiting over a toilet or shivering in the middle of the night. Bianca has always tried taking care of her sick father too. Placing stuffed animals at the foot of his bed or putting one underneath his arm. It’s actually torturing. Sal isn’t an effective caretaker of the sick. He is more so inclined to just feed them and make sure they’re comfortable and this is what he’d do for Eve.
Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - Sal. Eve always has an aversion to swimming.
Gives unprompted massages - Eve if Sal looks tense or upset.
Drives/rides shotgun - Sal always drives, Eve always sits next to him.
Brings the other lunch at work - Neither, really. This is more so something that happens when they’re elderly, especially after Sal has his stroke. Eve has to take action and ensure he’s eating healthy. Prior to this, Sal is bound to pick up junk food for lunch while Eve eats something simple like a salad. If Sal ever whisked Eve away from work, he would just take her to an Italian restaurant for the lunch hour.
Has the better parental relationship - Both of them have deceased parents!
Tries to start role-playing in bed - Eve is really into the idea of roleplaying, but she’s too shy and flustered to initiate it the way she wants. The only thing Eve can do without blushing or hiding her face is calling him Mr. Scozzari, which can indicate boss-employee relations. Unlike Eve, Sal doesn’t carry embarrassment. So, he has no issue smacking her ass and saying he’s some kind of authority figure. 😐 He’s flipped through the pages of the sorts of books she likes.
Embarrassingly drunk dancer - Sal.
Still cries watching Titanic - Eve. Though Sal feels like Eve cries at every movie they watch. It doesn’t matter if it’s about romance or animals.
Firmly believes in couples costumes - They both do. Eve is into matching in general for certain events, but Sal is more outwardly enthusiastic about it.
Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas - They don’t have an expensive gift rule since they’re both very, very wealthy. Sal is inclined to purchase outrageously expensive things for Eve though. He doesn’t care about wasting (free) money on people he loves.
Makes the other eat breakfast - Actually, it’s Sal since Eve has a complicated relationship with food. When their relationship first began, he was the one who always encouraged her to eat everything on her plate.
Remembers anniversaries - Both, but Sal thinks of these things weeks in advance because his goal is to do something excessive for Eve.
Brings up having kids - First it was Sal, because when he decided to have a serious relationship with Eve he felt he wanted a big family with her. “8 to 5 kids.” Eve didn’t agree at, “8 to 5,” but she was willing to at least have three or four. Yet, she didn’t want them to all be in the same age range as she knew it would be too much to handle. And frankly, once Cass and Nick came into existence, Eve and Sal were satisfied for a while. Those two ( but mostly Cass ) burnt them out since they fought all the time.
When it came to Louis, and Bianca, Sal and Eve actually talked to each other about whether they personally felt the time was right to have another kid. Now originally, Sal wasn’t opposed to a fifth kid, but after Louis damaged his back when playing with him, Sal had to straight up tell Eve: “I can’t have another kid, I’m getting old, they’ll probably kill me.”
Ship Meme || Accepting!
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Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 8
Wonder ( @daily-writing-challenge, @ijirothehero )
World: Warcraft
He remembered it like it was yesterday.
It was during the last remaining hour of the year and at the Darkmoon Faire. Ijiro had admittedly been drinking a beer here and a tankard there since noon, but he was never drunk enough to make a fool of himself. Syrahn and his daughter Nairi had dragged him all over the faire, mainly as their primary ticket and prize holder; by the time the sun had set he was dragging a giant bag filled to the brim with stuffed animals he knew they would either forget about or discard within the month. But he kept on carrying on, for their sake… the ale was not that great, but beggars can’t be choosers. Especially when the ale was free. “Hurry up, dad!” Nairi waved at the top of the hill. “Or we’re going to miss the fireworks!”
“Two grown ass women can’t carry their own shit…” Ijiro thought to himself before calling back, “I’m comin’, I’m comin’... this bag’s heavy, girl! Why don’t you come lend your old man a hand, yeah?” His daughter conveniently didn’t hear his reasonable request. She was already gone, briskly walking down the other side of the hill to catch up with the Priestess. The Hunter was beyond tired from hauling their cheap prizes around for hours, and all this manual labor was working up a mighty thirst for something a little stronger than the boar piss the Darkmoon Faire was giving away for free. But when he reached the top of the hill at last, he looked around for any sign of the two women, but he couldn’t hope to find them in the sea of hair, pointy ears, and horns.
At least a thousand people were camped along the beach. High above was the full grey moon, casting its pale light upon the sand and shrubs. There were enough beach towels spread across the sand to make a bathrobe for Alexstrasza the Life-Binder. Ijiro looked onward hopelessly, knowing by the time he spotted them sitting in this crowd the fireworks would be over already. Not exactly the biggest fan of crowds, it wasn’t something he entirely minded; the top of the hill had a better view of the sea and the imminent display anyway.
“Jiro! Jiro!” A soft voice called. The Hunter turned to his right to see a woman approaching with a tankard larger than her head; if it weren’t for her soft amber eyes he wouldn’t have even recognized her. Syrahn approached wearing fake antlers covered in brown and green glitter, with the hippogryph face paint to match. “Here… for hauling our stuff all day.” She offered him the tankard with the warmest smile he had ever received.
“Ah, thanks, Syrie.” He graciously took the tankard and knocked it back; rich, creamy, heavenly mead. Syrahn watched in amazement as he didn’t even pause to take a breath.
“Thirsty?” Asked the Priestess. She took away his empty tankard and stood close beside him. “Hey… I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done lately. Bodyguard duty is a thankless job, especially when you’re not even getting paid to do it.”
“After all we’ve been through in the Plaguelands… we deserve a little break every now and then, yeah?” Ijiro shrugged, feeling his strength renewed now that his thirst was banished from whence it came. “And besides… I gotta keep my daughter and her friend safe.”
She slowly turned to look at him with that half-cocked smile. “You know… I’m your friend too.” Just when Ijiro met her gaze, the firework show began. Her face lit up from the vivid colors of red, green, and gold, filling the night sky with the rolling thunder of mastercraft fireworks. The sudden booming caused the Hunter to flinch, almost reminding him of the shells he used to load back when he was fighting on the other side of the Dark Portal, but soft fingers wrapped around his hand and held him tight.
Her eyes were filled with wonder and splendor as she watched the show. The cheap face paint was already cracking around the corners of her lips, but she didn’t seem to care; her smirk turned into a grin in no time at all, as rocket after rocket went off over the calm ocean. Ijiro heard them, of course, but he didn’t see them. Truth be told he didn’t notice any of their colors or shapes.
He was staring at Syrahn’s face. Her full lips stretched taut from her beaming smile. Her amber gaze aglow in the crisp night air. The gentle but firm grip she had on his cold and clammy hand. It was then he knew there was something he hadn’t noticed before. Something he wanted now more than anything in the world.
It was then that he knew he loved her.
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If you’re still doing the matchups do you mind? -May Taurus born on Beltane
-Witchy af and I love to collect flowers and dead things
-I dress pretty grungy with ripped jeans, crop tops, and plaid shirts. Sometimes with converse, sometimes combat boots. I have a few punk jackets I’m putting together and my next one will be vampire themed.
-I’m a professional body piercer so I’ve got a decent amount of tattoos that I’m collecting all the time and some pretty obvious facial piercings. My ears are asymmetrical and I always have studs in 2/3 of my lobes and a dangly earring (coyote tooth today) in the last one.
-I never ever shut up. I even talk in my sleep, but temper wise I’m fairly chill until pushed too far. My ADHD makes a lot of things seem iMpOrTaNt so I’m kind of a spazz. Definitely more of a mom friend though and always watching out for my friends. Not big on drinking and I don’t smoke but I love hanging with my friends when I can. I’m also a very big on reading…I may or may not be encroaching on 500 books in my way-too-small-for-this-shit apartment.
-In terms of size/body type I’m plus size but I’m working on being ok with my body image.
-Music ranges from classical to heavy metal to swing music so I don’t have a set taste but I have a huge vinyl collection and a deep passion for 80’s music and late 70’s surprisingly (definitely a huge fan of Blue Öyster Cult, The Doors, Pink Floyd, etc).
SORRY THIS IS SO LONG F*CK MY BAD
Notes: It wasn't that long, don't worry, dude. Well, thank you so much for the request! I really hope this is ok. Give feedback to it if you want :)
Maybe not what one would expect, but I can see you going out with...
Michael
This is why
If you had met him before Santa Carla, he might have made fun of you for your "mumbo-jumbo crap", but his skepticism disappeared after meeting the boys, and grandpa has taught him and Sam about nature and a few old rituals from the place, so now he's more open-minded. He is not really what you would call a Wiccan expert, but he will share with you his interest in these things. Oh, and will definitely give you one or two stuffed animals or just weird paraphernalia from his grandpa, just for the love of being annoying.
He will give you some of his shirts if you happen to like them, too. He likes your style because it is similar to his' but better. See, this man just puts on whatever happens to be clean or at least decent to go out with. But he's still trying to look more punk and you are the perfect educator for this, so he will ask you to help him with that and with the leather jackets thing because he only has the one he used to impress the boys with.
After his first piercing, and after seeing you look all badass and cool with yours, he is desperate to get new ones. Will be around you almost begging to have you do his new piercings. If you oblige, you're gonna deal with a beaming, loving Michael for a whole week. He will like them so much he's gonna talk and brag about them with everyone, even random strangers because he can't stop the excitement. If he comes across some awesome rings or jewelry in general, he will buy a pair for you two to match together.
I'm not gonna lie, he never really felt attracted to plus-size women, but there is something about you that makes him look at you in awe.
At first, he was only attracted to your personality, but the more you two spent time together the more he wanted to be 24/7 talking and joking with you. Then, your tough-looking style contrasting your personality is practically what did it for him.
Let me just tell you that when he decided to flirt with you, you had to hear some awfully heinous pick-up lines.
If you are working on changing your appearance, he is going to be there for you to give you sweet words and motivation. He decided a long ago it didn't matter how you looked; you were perfect for him, but he is supportive.
There's no day he won't tell you your tattoos make you look hot.
Honestly enjoys passing his time with you. The incessant babbling keeping his brain working and all the shared laughs are special for him.
Michael does some weird shit from time to time, and is a total disaster for decision-making and taking care of himself, so you will have a boyfriend to cuddle with, and a 5-year-old boy to look after.
Gurl, you are going to be besties with Sam. Damn, you two can have such a fun time just messing around and irritating Mike. It is really fun when you three go out to play at the boardwalk or just stay at home playing monopoly or whatever you feel like doing.
He will be like Michael with the piercings thing because he wants to look as awesome as you and all the other cool weirdos in Santa Carla. He is even accepting to trade some of his best comic books for an ear-piercing.
Also, Lucy is going to be extremely loving and supportive of you guys. Oh my god, I can't imagine this and not smile. Mrs. Emerson is the best mother-in-law you are gonna have. Chitchatting with you about everything, helping if you and Mike fight (not crossing any lines of course), giving you girly advice, and just basically caring for you like family.
As for the music, the long conversations about those legendary riffs and bands, and the extrasensorial experiences listening to those 40-hour-long Pink Floyd solos are gonna be extremely entertaining and enjoyable with the Emersons. And I'm saying it in plural because you can discuss and lay back to listen to "Secret Treaties" either with Sam, or Michael, or both at the same time.
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I got a lot for you, you don't have to answer all of these 💀. 2, 4, 8, 21, 35, and 50 for Jilly. 3, 7, 10, 41, and 64 for Valkya. And 6, 7, 14, 25, and 52 for Mike. And a large fry 😁
I FINALLY DID ITTTTTT IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! all under the cut bcs ofc its LONG
JILLY
2. What are their favourite possessions? Why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc)
-She has 2 stuffed ferrets shes had since she was little :) she calls them stinker and slinker and she loves them so much. Also a collection of friendship bracelets she pretty much makes matching ones for everyone she likes and wears them in rotation.
4. Are they a good gift-giver? What do they tend to give as gifts? -Jilly LOVES gift giving bcs she naturally hoards and steals shit and then ends up with too much shit, so what better to do with it than give to friends?? You're likely to get anything she can swipe that reminds her of u. Tries to vary it to suit whoever shes giving a gift to but her go to is something like stuffed animals and jewelry bcs thats what she likes best
8. What does their dream house look like?
-She would like an at home gym with giant climbable pillars and hoops and obstacles, or just a house with a lot of land and forest she can run around in. She's also way a fan of hidden passages and secret hiding places, anything she can snoop and weasel around in. No scary basement tho
21. What’s their ideal date like?
-Carnival or theme park! Anything with lots of action and noise and prizes. Shed want to play all the games for hours straight and go on all the biggest rides.
36. Do they trust easily? What would you have to do to earn their trust?
-Yes she trusts easily :/ mayhaps too easily. Her way of thinking is innocent until proven guilty and even then, it takes a looooot to make her start to doubt someone because she wants to believe everyone has good intentions. To earn her trust, being nice to her and other ppl is the easiest way, but she's also prone to trust you if you seem secure somehow or just in charge like a position of authority.
50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip?
-Snacks. On demand. She packs every snack and drink you could ever hope for and stashes up on blankets and pillows too. The type to wanna play my spy and car games and to sing along really loudly to music. WILL stick her head out the window sometimes. Will want to stop at every roadside attraction. Just for fun the reason she might be a bad roadtrip partner is that she talks a lot. And will be loudly singing and sticking her head out the window. And after a while the car will start to smell vaguely of ferret and she might shed.
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VALKYA
3. Do they get jealous easily? If so, what usually causes it?
-Shes really not a jealous person at all, especially not romantically. Shes pretty chill in general. Even so, some times she gets jealous of all the time other people get to spend with Naryu. If Valkya feels like someone else is being prioritized over her shes more likely to act out like a baby ggdghdf
7. What’s their “type”? What romantically attracts them to another person?
-Women who could kill her and men who are pathetic, but shes open to anything. Has a thing for nerds, goths, vampires, werewolves, short people, assassins, and most importantly people who are easy to fluster. She will bone anything that moves
10. What’s a simple thing that brings them joy?
-Finishing a good book, especially a series. When shes not in life threatening danger or fucked up out of her mind shes a pretty avid reader. She likes having the free time to sit around a fireplace and snuggle up with a book, though she'll deny it if caught and say she doesnt know how to read hgfdgsd.
41. What would they dress up as for Halloween?
-Demetria 💀 shed just steal her clothes and stretch TF out of em gsdgdfhsd. Or dress up as herself bcs who needs originality when your famous?
64. Describe what their social media would be like.
- Random memes from the last century all mixed up, millions of selfies and nudes out of nowhere. Drunk posting at 4 am and getting into fights w Dem over dumb shit, subtweeting everyone to start drama. Has thousands of followers and does giveaways of shit she finds lying around her house for no reason but shes bored
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MIKE
6. Do they prefer to have a big social circle, or a few close friends?
-Shed prefer to have a few close friends as long as they ride or die. Most likely die tho. Shes desperate for frienship shell stalk someone to get to know them really well and then delude herself into thinking theyr besties. Sometimes it doesnt go well but she still gets a meal out of it even if shes sad
7. What’s their “type”? What romantically attracts them to another person?
-Someone who looks like they're up for fun! Really into alt fashion and people who seem like they dont give a shit. Confidence, fighters, rebels, anyone she can party hard with. Likes people who are interesting and is especially interested in befriending other killers, they have so much to bond about!
14. Who do they go to in a crisis/emergency? Any particular reason why they choose that person?
-Probably Zeke tbh. Since she turned him hes like the only other vamp besides prim she knows and hes always pretty level headed. Probably goes to him for advice on how to make friends and hes like “maybe dont break into ppls houses and drain their victims out of nowhere :/” and shes like “that was ONE TIME and it worked!!”
25. What are their dreams like?
-All chaotic! Theres seldom ever a storyline or anything, just bright colors and random things happening and an overlying sense of panic or dread. Like those images you look at to understand what having a stroke is like, everything is off color and melting and shes usually running away from something. Typically nightmares but about nothing in particular, just disconnected sounds shapes and figures.
52. What topic should nobody bring up around them, lest the other person be subject to a massive ramble/rant?
-ANYTHING to do with twilight. She knows everything about it. Has seen and read is 12 times over and can quote it directly at any time, do not attempt to argue twilight with her. Diehard team Edward forever. If your tied up and somehow the topic of it comes up just pray she kills you soon bcs she will go on for hours and bring out her annotated copies and force you to go through them with her.
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Errare Humanum Est - Pt.13
Olympus, The Tower and Other Off-Limits Places to Find Gods at
Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2)
x Supernatural
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?) Word count: 4280
Summary:
Getting an appointment with Captain America isn’t exactly easy – especially when one looks like his deceased soulmate and his friends are very protective of his fragile heart.
Warnings: mentions of violence, guns, amnesia, swearing, ‘science’
Story masterlist
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Hadn’t you had your nerves wrecked, you would have laughed your ass off when entering the Avengers Tower, the supposed residence of superheroes (besides other things, apparently).
The face of the receptionist upon your entrance was simply priceless.
You wished someone took a picture. Then again, her gaping lasted long enough for your trio to cross the better part of the lobby to her desk, her eyes nearly bulging still as you stopped in front of her, so you had enough time to feast your eyes – only to find yourself unable to indulge it fully. Clearly, you weren’t a diva type of person.
The woman behind the counter couldn’t form words, apparently. Neither were you, the lump in your throat simply too big. So it was left to the brothers.
“Yeah, we know what you want to say. She gets that a lot,” Dean announced brilliantly, smirking. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s behaviour and hurried to talk to the poor woman instead of him.
“Is there any chance we could talk to Captain Rogers?”
The receptionist gulped, clearly uncertain how to proceed. She frantically searched her desk as if she had some note to tell her what to do. In the end, she looked up back at you, blinking.
“I-I’ll see what I can do,” she stuttered as her shaking hands found a button to press and adjust the microphone on her headset. “There’s… there is a woman to see Captain Rogers.”
Low and very much annoyed female voice replied through the loose headphones.
“There are too many women to see Rogers these days. Why are you calling instead of following the protocol?”
The receptionist’s eyes never left your face, but she didn’t hold your gaze, as if shy or scared. You didn’t want to think about what it meant and prayed it was only shock showing. Seeing a supposedly dead person probably did that to people.
Also, really? Those nags whose posts (read: dirty suggestions) you had stumbled across when surfing the net actually came here?
“You might want to come see for yourself, madam.”
A short pause followed, causing your heart to nearly jump out of your chest as it hammered in anticipation.
“Fine. Send her to the conference room on the first floor, 1.03. I’ll be there in five.”
Dean sent the woman behind the counter a blinding smile and she reluctantly showed you towards the elevator. Sam had to nudge you slightly to follow; your feet felt like they had taken roots in the floor. It wasn’t just the receptionist staring now and you just wanted to turn invisible and run.
This had been a terrible idea. What happened to the Tinder one? It suddenly sounded more appealing.
The swift ride in the elevator that flipped over your stomach already floating as if was stuffed with cotton didn’t help at all.
Neither did the redhead who barged into the way too luxurious conference room (the door fucking opened itself), shooting you all three a quick glance that appeared like an assessment of weaponry (Dean did have a pocket knife, you thought, just like Sam, which probably wouldn’t help when fighting a superhero, but whatever) and froze when seeing you.
If she didn’t look so indescribably tough and badass, you would think her emerald eyes turned glassy; before they grew cold and calculating, her already tensed shoulders straightening even more.
“Who the hell are you?!” she barked out.
It was almost funny, seeing as there were two large men with you, that you had her undivided attention as if you were the threat to her.
“I… I’m not sure,” you stuttered, barely audible, your heart leaping into your throat.
Whatever she had expected you to say or do, this clearly wasn’t it. She looked gobsmacked and utterly taken aback by your response. Her stiff and delicately beautiful features twisted in a grimace of disbelief.
“What do you mean you’re not— what the hell is this?”
“You’re Black Widow,” Dean stated when the questioning look of the intimidating woman shifted to them. He looked… star-struck? You vaguely recalled reading that there was a woman on the… Avengers team. This was probably her. “Natasha Romanoff. Well, that would explain it.”
A metaphorical light-bulb flickered above your head.
Natasha. That couldn’t be coincidence, could it?
“The… the name I chose. You think it was because of her? Are we friends?”
“Are we—“ she parroted your apparently stupid question incredulously, measuring your trio from head to toe. “The name you chose? What does it even mean?”
“She’s amnesiac,” Sam enlightened her matter-of-factly, which caused her to snap her gaze back to you, eyes narrowed.
But there was a spark of something in her irises, more of an interest than suspicion now.
“Jarvis, is she wearing any tech that would disguise her voice or her face?”
Before you could question whom she was talking to, a voice with an accent answered her, making you jump.
“No, Agent Romanoff. There is no sign of a plastic surgery either.”
Sam and Dean seemed almost unfazed by an invisible person speaking up; thinking about it, they were probably used to it. But you weren’t, nearly going into a cardiac arrest.
“Gotta love natural beauty,” Dean hummed teasingly, earning a glare from Sam that screamed hypocrite.
You suspected that the site named BustyAsianBeauties.com that popped out in the tablet’s history was Dean’s doing then and it eased the tension in your stomach for a bit. With those two, everything would be alright. Manageable, at least. The banter, it was the highlight of your days.
“And my recognition system involving body and gait analysis is finding 98% match,” the strange male voice continued and you couldn’t help but grimace.
Dude. That’s… creepy.
“Well, that’s just rude and invasive,” Dean voiced your thoughts and crossed his arms on his chest with a scolding look.
Natasha Romanoff was clearly having none of his shit as she mirrored his position. You noticed that while Dean’s arms were clutched tightly, hers weren’t. You had a funny hunch she wanted to be ready to punch someone. Namely you, Sam or Dean.
It wasn’t a pleasant feeling. But then her eyes shifted towards the ceiling, her teeth grinding.
“Jarvis, why didn’t you inform anyone about a woman who matches you-know-who entering this building in the first place?” she hissed and you couldn’t say you minded her irritation being aimed at someone (?) else.
“…I simply thought there was a glitch in my system. I focused on finding the glitch causing my malfunction,” the ghost-like voice replied politely, though sounding guilty.
Everything was pointing the direction of Agent Romanoff finding the system – artificial intelligence, you finally realized, which what the hell was the world anymore – very much guilty. Or someone named Stark, because you would swear she had muttered ‘Fuck Stark’s inventions’ under her breath.
“You three. Start talking. Right now.”
“You might want to explain the frauds too,” the voice chimed in again and the brothers tensed.
“What frauds?” the woman demanded in a snarl, giving you an impression of wanting to bare her teeth like and animal.
“We’ll get to that,” Sam assured her, raising his hands in attempted ‘we-mean-no-harm’ gesture. “It’s just… how we get money, because our job doesn’t exactly pay great.”
“…and the murder.”
The movement was so fast you had no chance of seeing it. All of sudden, there was a gun aimed at Dean’s face, then moving to Sam’s and flickering to you as well, as Romanoff stood two steps farer than before.
“What murder?!”
Good question, not the point at the moment. There was a murder about to happen and sure as hell didn’t like it!
This time, Dean raised his hands in surrender. You mimicked him instantly.
“Alright. Who the hell is speaking and I said it and I’ll say it again; it was a shapeshifter-”
“What the hell is a shapeshifter?” the woman barked, clicking the safety lock.
Your head started swimming, the world muffled as blood pounded in your temples. Someone had you on gunpoint.
Shit, shit, shit, how is this my life? Whose life is this?
“Cas, we could really use your help-“ Dean called out to the ceiling and nothing happened.
You heard the shot before you saw the movement on your left. It rang in your ears, echoing in your skull and making you crouch on instinct, your arms protectively wrapping around your head.
Two more shots were fired, but no pain came.
Fear squeezed your heart, your knees getting wobbly. Did that mean Sam and Dean got shot?
A gasp from the shooter picked up your curiosity and had you peek through your improvised protection.
“Oh. I think you’ll get along with her, Dean. Same manners. Summon, shoot first, ask questions later,” a familiar voice of an angel sounded from your left and you breathed in shakily, assessing the situation.
No one was hurt. Castiel seemed offended though, so you assumed he was the one being shot at. And he was unharmed. Jesus. They had forgotten to mention that he didn’t really mind bullets, but that was not the point.
There were no other shots and you slowly straightened back as Dean scolded the angel, almost annoyed.
“Cut the sass, Cas. Could you… explain miss- Agent Romanoff that there are monsters and you’re who you are?”
By the look Castiel gave him, he wasn’t happy. You weren’t surprised – his beige trenchcoat now had three bullet holes in it, Romanoff’s gun in his hand. Speaking of which…the agent was kinda frozen? Like, literally? It was freaking creepy, but it was probably the cause of you not bleeding to death momentarily, so you were grateful.
“Again?” Castiel whined and you pushed down the urge to label them ‘married couple after 20 years’. “We work really hard to keep supernatural world a secret! … but in this case, I guess I could make an exception.”
He sighed and flicked his hand, which caused the woman to start moving again, her face raining holy fire as she found herself… unarmed and clearly out of loop.
Castiel only smiled at her, welcoming, before she could jump him and strangle him to death – she seemed to be about to do so.
“Miss Romanoff, I’m an angel of the Lord. Pleasure to meet you.”
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Agent Natasha Romanoff was sitting with her elbows leaning onto her thighs, fingers interlaced between her knees. Her face wasn’t giving away much – only that she was… overwhelmed, if you could take a guess.
She believed you, you recognized as much. After everything Castiel had told her and showed her, which included an interior thunder and lightning, illuminating his figure only to project a shadow of freaking wings on the wall behind his back, and a hovering healing hand over her left knee, clearly working its magic, you weren’t too surprised about that.
Despite all of that though, her eyes were mostly on you, making you shift uncomfortably every now and then.
“I know it’s hard to believe,“ Sam spoke up when the silence stretched; with the angel of the Lord having nothing more to say and simply flying away, disappearing with a flutter of momentarily invisible wings, no one else had seemed inclined to talk.
The agent sighed and raised her head in the giant’s direction, eyebrow crooked up.
“I know a guy who was frozen for seventy years, I met two demigods from Asgard, there’s a man turning way greener and bigger and I fought an alien army. I’m not sure what ‘hard to believe’ means anymore, but seeing an… an angel or whatever he was and him getting me rid of pain that’s been bugging me for months helped too. But… it’s still a lot to chew,” she explained matter-of-factly and you couldn’t say you didn’t agree.
Also, you weren’t quite following her speech, assuming she was talking about her colleagues. You had registered the existence of Avengers, group of people and more-than-people, when searching the net, but your main focus had been aimed at Captain America; for obvious reasons.
“Well, why don’t we let Cap decide what he wants to believe?” Dean offered, tone light, but heavier than usual. “Captain Rogers, I mean.”
The woman eyed you again, clearly struggling with something she didn’t want to share. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
Romanoff snapped to Dean at the simple question and shot him an ugly look.
“He lost his soulmate few weeks ago in the most horrifying way and there’s a woman who looks just like her, not remembering a thing about them or herself for that matter, and I don’t even have a way of being hundred percent sure she is who I think she is. What do you think?” she finished, rising to her feet in a challenge.
Sam pouted shortly, as if wanting to say that she made a good point. “Touché. But I’m pretty sure she’s her.”
The Whatever-spider-she-was-called crossed her arms on her chest, her mind clearly preoccupied, squinting at you for a moment. You winced under the strict glare, lowering your gaze. She sighed at that and when you looked up again with reluctance, you noticed her features softened.
“Would you be willing to take a DNA test?”
“I… I guess,” you replied, a lump in your throat. You clenched your fist so it would stop tremble.
You weren’t scared of their probing. A DNA sounded rather innocent. No, you were worried about the results. The results that would lead to certain encounter you were once again not feeling ready for.
“Jarvis, get Tony’s ass to Bruce’s lab and open the private elevator for us. We’re coming up.”
After another nauseating elevator ride in a cabin that had no buttons to press, a retinal scan of the woman and a sacred promise you wouldn’t touch anything without permission, you were led to a room that was less strictly clinical than you expected – you only saw glass walls separating the white part of another lab in the corner of the room.
The welcome was about as warm as with Lady Spy though.
“What the hell?!” two men cried out in unison, looking up from some sort of a robotic… thing, matching shocked and exasperated expressions on their faces.
One of them was in a lab coat, wearing seeing glasses, suntanned skin and dark curls wild around his head, while the other seemed more caring about his looks with short hair and a goatee; he was wearing a plain dark long-sleeved t-shirt and grey sweats.
“Yeah, I know,” the woman who had brought you in said, not quite elaborating. It didn’t go unnoticed by the goatee man.
“Who the fuck is that?!”
“Cap’s soulmate. Probably,” Dean responded dryly, smiling tightly.
The guy was having none of it as he probably should. Still, you winced when he threw up his arm towards you, brown fire in his eyes – partly directed at you, partly at the redhead woman. He paced towards your group rapidly.
“What? And who the hell are you? Romanoff? Who are these people? Where did you get them? Is that another stunt of yours? Is that what that Wilson therapist told you to do?”
Romanoff’s eyes narrowed, her forehead crooking. “How do you even know about- no, don’t tell me. But don’t look at me, they came on their own.”
“To this lab?” the man sassed her. She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, okay, that’s on me.”
“You trust them enough to bring them here?” the lab-coat man spoke up for the first time and shifted his weight from one leg to another, fiddling with his fingers nervously. You would swear you saw a hint of green on the side of his neck, but it must have been a trick of light.
“Long story. Wanna run some tests?” she offered, sounding rather commanding.
The goatee man narrowed his eyes, but quickly caught up, a flash of recognition on his face. “Good plan. Want Jarvis to update the security protocols?”
“Good plan. Though I don’t think it will do any good.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hissed, while the curled-hair man hesitantly beckoned you to follow him to the white part of the laboratory. You gulped at the sight, but hoped it didn’t show on your face much.
“Thanks,” you quipped up shyly, your fingers fiddling with the loose end of your plaid shirt. “Good afternoon. Sorry for barging in and interrupting your work.”
You didn’t know what possessed you to say that – perhaps you were wishing to smoothen the messy and rather hostile situation. To be fair, you were sorry; whatever they had been doing when you stumbled in looked important.
“Just… ask Jarvis later,” you heard behind your back and then the glass doors fallen shut behind you.
The man in the glasses observed you with brilliant eyes, curiosity, a hint of anger, confusion and a spark of hope written all over his face.
“We’ll see if it’s a problem. Who are you? Why are you here?”
You slowly climbed to the examining table, waiting for instructions, not sure what exactly he was about to perform. His questions were good ones, but there was a tiny catch.
“I really wish I knew answers to at least one of these questions, sir,” you whispered honestly, the pool of chocolate in his irises softening a fraction at your admission.
“You don’t know who you are?”
The velvet of his voice, soft question and gentle movements of his hands as he prepared your arm to take your blood summoned tears to well up in your eyes and you only shook your head, not wanting for your voice to break.
“But you’re here willingly, right? These men out there – they can’t hear you, don’t worry – they didn’t force you to come here, did they?” he continued kindly, a worried crinkle on his forehead now.
You were quick to understand that he worried whether two random fellas didn’t take an advantage of your visible similarity to Captain’s soulmate.
The shook of your head was more rapid this time, especially as you noticed the green patch of skin on his neck again. You understood finally that this was whom Natasha Romanoff was talking about – ‘greener and bigger’, she had said. You didn’t want to upset him, more so with a syringe in his hand.
“No. They have been helping me from the moment I woke up with no memory. They are very kind to me. We didn’t know to come here until we walked into a café and people were staring at me.”
As you explained it quietly, you barely noticed the pinch and the vial filling with your blood. He disinfected the puncture then, wordlessly instructing you to keep the pressure on it.
“Well. We’ll see if this can help us at all,” he offered as he placed the vial to a machine you had never seen before. “But if you are, in some impossible way, the person you are scarily similar to, we’re about to have a very long chat.”
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The chat wasn’t long at all in fact. The machine spitted out a result within five minutes in which you had returned to the cosier laboratory to witness the trio of Sam, Dean and Romanoff explaining to the goatee man how supernatural world worked.
He appeared sceptical, but Doctor Banner – as you learned – supported the spy when she pointed out her chronic pain in her knee that she now claimed to vanish.
Mr. Stark, aka the goatee man, seemed very relieved at the ping that sounded from his computer, an excuse to pause the weird conversation. Seeing the window instantly pop out in the air in front of his face, little lights drew some kind of results you couldn’t read.
You could read the actual text though. There was your supposed name, a series of lighter and darker bands, and next to it, a tested subject (actual you) with matching set of bands.
The match: 100%.
Stark’s head snapped to you along with Romanoff’s and Banner’s. They all stared at you speechless, disbelief at something beyond their comprehension clearly on display on their faces.
You shuffled uncomfortably, your gaze falling to the floor. You could still sense Dean’s and Sam’s satisfaction as they stood by your side. You, on the other hand, felt like you couldn’t quite breathe in, your chest too heavy and constricted.
“Well,” Stark broke the ominous silence, voice with a barely audible tremble in it. “Either you’re good, like really fucking good, or… you’re actually her, which… what the hell. People don’t just come back from death.”
Yeah, no shit. Tell me about it. And they told me that people actually do.
Too sheepish and not knowing what was a proper thing to say to that (was there even such thing?), you remained in your position and quiet.
Dean was kind enough to voice your thoughts though.
“Well, all of us, including the angel Ms. Scarily Pretty and Pretty Scary here met, did. That’s our world,” he stated, moving closer to your side as if he wanted to comfort you as he sensed your discomfort. Which probably wasn’t that hard. “I’m not saying it happens every day, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t happen here and there.”
“In the end, I don’t think it matters,” Romanoff sighed and you finally found courage to look up as her words shocked you.
What did that mean?
“Why?” Stark questioned.
“Because she’s already here. They should talk.”
“Why? That’s gotta hurt like hell if nothing comes out of it, Natasha. You saw how he’s coping. Or, you know, not coping,” Banner reasoned this time and you bit your lip, glancing away at the thought of hurting your supposed soulmate.
“What he said. But I wouldn’t say ‘hell’,” Stark supported him and then added for a good measure: “I’d say ‘fuck’.”
The woman huffed exasperatedly.
“Yeah, guys, I’ve been there for the past weeks. You said it yourself, Tony, I did look for a therapist. But cut Steve some slack, he’s trying. More importantly, this can’t be a coincidence. I don’t believe in those.”
Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name and you weren’t sure you wanted to probe at why. Having the picture of him in your head, his voice caressing your ears, then pleading desperately as he had tried to save you – and there was no questioning it anymore, was there, even the DNA had confirmed you were she and she was you – made one hell of a mess of you.
As if you hadn’t been one already.
“Explain.”
“When I told her… that I might have sent Steve her way the first time, you know what she told me?” Romanoff reacted to Stark’s blunt request and all eyes shifted to you once more and you panicked.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about, I clearly didn’t!”
“Enlighten us then?” Banner sighed, tilting his head to side curiously, glancing back at the other woman in the room.
“That it was okay. That either way, it was meant to happen exactly like it happened, because why else the words would have already been on their skin? Exactly those words?”
You blinked in surprise, taken aback at how much the words resonated with you. You could hear yourself say that and it probably shouldn’t shock you since you had your identity confirmed now, but… still.
When the spy spoke the words out loud, they made perfect sense.
“Wanna go all ‘you can’t escape the fate’ on me?”
Or maybe they didn’t, you thought grimly as Stark’s voice turned sceptical.
“Well, she wasn’t wrong, was she?” the redhead opposed him dryly, raising a challenging eyebrow.
The doctor grimaced, probably wanting to say something, but not having a counterargument.
“That’s fair. But that was different. There are no words-“
“There are. Steve… he’s got a new set of words.”
“Aha!” Sam and Dean called out in unison, pointing their index fingers to accent Romanoff’s words, once again in creepy sync.
You, on the other hand, were less confident.
“Really?” you whispered, relief washing over you like a tide wave. You hadn’t been aware of how much the possibility of everyone being wrong weighted you down until now. What were the chances Steve Rogers wasn’t your soulmate – again and still – after this revelation?
The spy only nodded, sending an approximation of a smile in your direction.
“Wait, really? Son of a bitch.” - “What does it say?” Banner asked at the same time as Stark and you bit your lip.
Should you even know that? Would they tell you? If they would, you could say them to the captain and call it a day – but that wasn’t how it worked, right?
Should you like… cover your ears?
“He wouldn’t tell me,” Romanoff sighed, solving your moral dilemma for you. You were glad, not caring whether she was making it up, because she didn’t want to tell you or whether it was the truth. “To be fair, maybe he would have done it, but I tranquillized him about thirty seconds after he told me about them, so I understand he didn’t feel like sharing after that.”
Yeah, you could see that happening. She seemed to be one for a quick and radical solutions, which tranquillizing someone – like drugging him to fall asleep, right? – definitely was.
“Fair enough,” Stark hummed and then turned to you with curiosity in his eyes. His whole stance seemed to change though upon the mention of Steve Rogers having new words. He believed you now and it caused him – just like everyone else you had met in this strange Tower – to treat you… kinder. “Do you have two sets of words?”
“I… I do.”
With a deep inhale and painfully slow exhale, you started to unbutton your shirt, revealing both of your sets of words. The shock and something indescribable in the air was almost palpable as there were no doubts left in anyone’s head.
The silence was weighting a ton and you were immensely grateful to Banner for breaking it – until you heard his words that scared you as much as they excited you.
“Yeah, they should probably talk.”
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Part 14
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The we-shall-protect-Steve-at-any-cost squad in action. Then again, it’s hard to argue with angels and scientific evidence when they team up.
Sorry it took long, glad if you waited :-* Thanks for reading!
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Do You Remember? (part 2)
A/N: Here’s the highly requested part 2 that I’ve taken forever to write and release! Click here for part 1!
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“Is my daddy late again?” Ashanti questioned aloud as she sat at her tiny desk with her eyes still focused on her drawing.
It was half past 3 and school let out at....3. So yes he was late again.
You sighed deeply coming up to her desk and crouching down. “Yes he is. But while we wait for him, We can do something fun.”
The little girl got excited with a wide smile that matched her father’s. “Like what?!”
You tapped your chin in fake, deep thought. “How about weeeee get some homework done?”
Ashanti poured folding her arms. “That’s not fun!”
“That’s because you’re not doing your homework my way!”
“Really? My daddy says his way is fun.”
You raised an eyebrow glancing at her skeptically. “What’s his way?”
She pulled at her homework sheet from her green and purple Princess and the Frog backpack. She gestured towards a problem that was 5-2.
“There are 5 Black Panthers and 2 of them sell out and support the white man. How many Black panthers are left?”
You stared at the 6 year old in astonishment and tried your hardest to hold back a laugh. You should not be surprised but you still are. Erik managed to sneak his pro blackness in a simple math problem.
“Ok let me show you the fun way.” You tried not to laugh as you went back to your desk, grabbing a bag of assorted candy. As you were doing homework with the girl, she kept staring at you between problems. You looked up at her and smiled.
“What is it, Ashanti?”
She got shy, looked down at her paper, and mumbled something.
“Huh?”
“Can you be my mommy?”
That question completely caught you off guard. You were rendered speechless. You’ve been dating Erik for a couple weeks now but you two weren’t official yet. Even though you told Ashanti you were just friends, she loved you and had high hopes for the future. This was moving too fast.
“You want me to be your mommy?”
“Yes. I don’t have a mommy and I really want one. So can you be my mommy?”
Before you could respond, Erik burst through the door with a big ass grin and one hand behind his back. The hand that was visible was a small jaguar stuffed animal and you saw Ashanti’s eyes grew in happiness as she ran out of her seat to hug Erik.
“Daddy, you got it!” She took the stuffed animal and hugged it tight.
“I had to. For my Princess.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Daddy’s sorry he was late again, baby. Hopefully this makes it up for it.”
You were so focused on the adorably scene in front of you and Ashanti’s question floating in your head that you didn’t even notice Erik coming up to you with a smirk on his face.
“Now for you, I’m sorry I’m late again but I got something to ask you.” He brought his other arm into view revealing a beautiful bouquet of orchids. You instantly smiled at the display.
“I felt like roses are overrated but here’s some pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”
“Thank you, Erik.” You went in to kiss him but remembered Ashanti was right there, watching with hopeful eyes. You pulled him for a hug instead and he whispered in your ear:
“You owe me that kiss.”
You couldn’t help the giggle you released at his words and pulled away. Erik grabbed Ashanti and they said their goodbyes. Your smile dropped once they left. You were conflicted and you needed someone to talk to about it.
“You finally get rid of all your brats?” Your good friend Evan popped inside your classroom. “You’ve always been the last teacher to leave.”
Evan has been your good friend through college that you met in one of your major classes. After graduation, you two were hired at the same elementary school which was great for you because the rest of the teachers were other races. You two were the only the black teachers in the school.
“Awww shit something’s bugging you. Talk to me.” He took a seat in the chair in front of your desk and you sighed deeply.
“So I’m dating someone-“
His thick dark eyebrows rose to his hairline. “What? Wow I’m shocked but I’m happy for you. It was about time you started dating after.......”
You shook your head. “Yeah. I don’t wanna talk about that. Anyways, he’s actually a guy from high school that I reconnected with and he’s so amazing. He’s cute, funny, sweet. I just really really like him.”
Evan furrowed his eyebrows and waved his hand as if he was saying to go on.
“He has a daughter. A young daughter. 6 years old.”
Evan’s mouth forced an O in understanding. Due to Evan knowing your past, he understood why this was a deeper issue than it would seem to the average woman.
“And I love his daughter and she loves me! And she asked me to be her mommy.”
“Where’s her mom?”
You waved him off. “It’s a long story. All you need to know is that her mom left her before she could even hold her head up.”
Evan let out a low whistle shaking his head. “That’s tough. Wait, are you even his girlfriend? And his daughter knows about you?”
You had to leave out the fact the daughter in question was one of your students. The last thing you needed was to be judged and/or have that exposed. Not that you didn’t trust Evan, but you weren’t going to take any chances.
“We’re not official but I think he’s going to ask me and this is hard because I really like him, Evan! I like him a lot! I like his daughter! I just never seen myself as a stepmother and I know I was ready to date again but I’m not ready for-“
Evan grabbed your hands to stop you from rambling more. “Re-lax. I can see you really like him and don’t want to lose him but this is a lot for you to sign up for. Just give yourself some time to reflect on it and figure out if the kid is a dealbreaker or not. Once you took enough time, let him know what’s up. Just be honest. Niggas love honesty.” He sat up straight, leaning in. “He is a nigga, right?”
You laughed. “Yes he is.”
Your friend sat back in the chair. “Oh ok. Yeah like I said, don’t stress yourself about it. Keep in mind though that when a nigga has a kid, you’re always going to come in second. She’s his priority and not you. He’ll pick her over you all the time.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Thanks Evan. I had no idea.” You replied sarcastically as he stood out of the chair and grinned at you.
“It’s only because I love you.”
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Erik was staring at his phone losing his mind. He didn’t know if he should text you first or wait for you to text. This shit was annoying. You technically wasn’t his girlfriend so he couldn’t even get mad at you for texting him back. Damn, he should’ve asked you to be his girlfriend already but he was too fucking scared!
Honestly, you were the furthest he got with a woman since being with Ashanti’s surrogate. Every time he tried to date, the women couldn’t handle the fact that he was a single father doing it all by himself. They couldn’t handle the fact that his daughter came first, no matter what. He warned each of them of this. They acted like they could handle it until he would cancel dates because Ashanti was sick or he didn’t have a sitter. He didn’t feel like he had to warn you. Just had a strong feeling you knew and understood.
What if he’s wrong?
Those women didn’t want a man with a kid and Erik didn’t blame them for that. Shit, before Ashanti was conceived, he wanted nothing to do with single moms. He just wished they didn’t act like they were ok with it and end up wasting his time.
He groaned grabbing his phone and dialing a number feeling his heart racing as he waited impatiently.
“Hi Erik.” A female voice greeted him.
“Nakia, put T on the phone. It’s important.”
“Oh yeah I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking.” His cousin’s fiancée replied sarcastically.
Erik winced and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry Nakia.”
She began to giggle on the other line. “That new girl has you on edge, I see. T’Challa!”
There was some silence on the other end until Erik heard the familiar male voice pick up.
“T, man, I don’t know what to do. I haven’t heard from this girl since Friday. Nigga it’s Sunday! Last time I saw her, I gave her flowers and we seemed good but now she just ghosted me and now a nigga is feeling like she can’t handle me having a kid or something. Nigga, I don’t know.”
When Erik finished this rant, all he heard was his cousin laughing on the other end. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He let him go but if he kept going, he was gonna have to cuss him out.
“Wow Erik. You really like this girl.” T’Challa observed with some humor in his voice. “The past girls, you would just pay them no mind but this one....this one is different. A good different.”
Erik exhaled deeply taking a seat at his kitchen table. “Yeah man. She’s different from the rest. I have a feeling that if I lose her....that shit is gonna really hurt.”
“Well it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
There was a blanket of silence after T’Challa said that and left Erik thinking. He thought and thought until he came up with the right words to say what he was feeling.
“Shut your bitch ass up.”
On Monday, Erik was on time to pick his daughter up this time. You were hoping he would be late so you could delay seeing him but of course, shit didn’t work out in your favor. However, it did because you saw him but he didn’t see you. You were grateful for that because you wanted to see him but weren’t sure if you were ready to talk to him.
You stayed in your classroom packing up your things when Erik walked into the room. You looked up at him, taking a deep breath.
“Did I do something? You’ve been ducking and dodging me this whole weekend. If I did something wrong, you know you can tell me. I-“
You cut him off before he could go any further. “It’s not you, Erik. It’s really not. You’re an amazing guy and I really like you. I just got nervous.”
Erik was perplexed. “Nervous for what?”
You sighed shaking your head. “It’s just that day you picked Ashanti up, she asked me to be her mommy and I-“
Erik held his hand up cutting you off this time. “I get it. It’s a lot. I’m asking you to accept a lot here and Ashanti not having a mother makes it even harder. I’m sorry.”
You took his hands. “No, Erik! I love her. I see all my students like my own children, especially Ashanti. I adore her. It’s just that...” you sighed deeply not sure if you should even tell him this but you didn’t wanna lose him.
“Kids just never seemed like a possibility for me and when I finally accepted it, it’s kinda happening, it’s a bit overwhelming but I want to be with you and Ashanti. Even though it’s a lot.”
Erik breathed a sigh of relief, touching your cheek. “You could’ve just told me that and I would’ve understood, baby girl. You had me worried.”
You laughed tiredly. “I’m sorry. I’m just really bad with words and I just wanted to make sure I got it out right.”
“Yeah I remember that. Back in Physics, when Mr. Borden asked you the answer to the problem gestured towards that big ass zero on the board and you said “uhh bagel?”
You began to snicker as you covered your face with your hands. “I skipped breakfast that morning! I was hungry.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Erik kept chuckling and calmed down, getting serious again. “I’m guessing I don’t gotta ask you my question because I think I got my answer.” He got up from his seat to leave and you stopped him.
“Wait a minute. You didn’t even ask me. That’s not fair.”
This was the first time, in your time of knowing him, that you’ve seen Erik getting shy and nervous. He was stealing your thing. It was cute on him so you’ll let it slide.
“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? We don’t gotta rush anything. We can still take things slow if that’s what you want. I just....want to be able to call you mine now.”
You could feel the tingling in your cheeks as you went around your desk to pull him into an embrace and pecked his lips, smiling.
“Yes. I will be your girlfriend.”
You heard him chuckle. “I probably should’ve said princess.”
You pulled away, raising an eyebrow. “Princess?”
He began to chuckle even more. “Yeah. Ashanti called you a princess and said I gotta kiss the princess. She watches too much Disney. That’s my fault though. Should’ve made her little ass watch a Malcolm X documentary or some shit.”
You started laughing with him, touched that the sweet little girl viewed you as a princess. “I’ll take princess too”
Erik grinned and bit his bottom lip. “So can I take my princess out to dinner?”
“Yes you can.”
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Whether It Works Out Or Not; Back In The Cage
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2
Pairing: High Honor!Arthur Morgan/Named OFC
Rating: Holy shit T.
AN: Okay I promise I swear this is the last bonus chapter until I finish the game. I swear.
[Spoiler warning for the first four chapters of the game!]
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Part One: Strangers
Part Two: Friends
Part Three: More
Bonus One: A Brief Diversion
[!TRIGGER WARNING!: For allusions to character death, mentions of previous abuse, historical inaccuracies and my poorly-remembered French. Stay safe!]
She felt a bit silly in her outfit.
Of course, she didn't need to display as such. "Tastefully understated," she had said to herself in the mirror with a firm nod. It was the fawn-brown dress (admittedly, it was the only dress she currently owned), but she had scraped together the funds for some light trimmings and alterations. A flounce of lace around the hem, a small length of lovely cream ribbon at the waist. The corset, while unwanted, would be expected, practically required in polite company, and even secondhand it was by far the most expensive piece of the puzzle. After that, everything else seemed to fall into place.
Irene Carson (née Craft) arrived at the ball astride Bluster, her hair crowned with a plethora of vanilla flowers and one single spider orchid. The buttermilk buckskin had been curried to within an inch of his life, and sported a matching cluster of vanilla flowers in his mane. He behaved remarkably well given all the hubbub, not putting up any fuss when he was taken from her to be stabled for the evening.
Irene had no elaborate hat to wear, no fantastical feathered monstrosity, so she had made do with what she could find. The flowers would be out of fashion, but they would suit her understated attire a bit better. Perhaps she could be fashionably unfashionable, ahead of the curve.
"I will not be on the list, but please tell Mayor Lemieux that it is the Widow Carson." She politely informed the man with the list at the gate, doing her best to seem calm and collected.
This was a bold move in the normally-subtle social maneuvering of Saint Denis. Attempting to integrate herself back into the gentry was a risky strategy, but a recent realization had convinced her of the necessity of such a move.
Arthur had made an excellent point. That house had sat silent for long enough. It was time for her to take what spoils she could, time for her to think of the future. Hardly fair that she should escape her dismal marriage with nothing but the clothes on her back!
Tonight would be the first step, provided she could even get past the door.
As luck would have it, the mayor himself, Henri Lemieux, came out to verify her claim. "Irene? My dear Mrs. Carson, is it really you?" He asked, all a-fluster. "Let me look at you my dear, let me just…" The man took her by the shoulders, examining her face. "It is you! Mon dieu, Irene, we all thought you had perished! Willie assured us-"
"I am certain he went to great lengths to convince you all of the legitimacy of my death." Irene interrupted him coolly. "However, it would appear that he greatly exaggerated."
"He said you...Irene, my dear, he claimed you committed suicide. He had me thoroughly convinced! But he remarried so quickly, I…" The mayor shook his head in a disapproving manner. "I know more individuals than I alone were skeptical! Oh it is so good to see you again, my dear. Please, you are more than welcome." He offered her his arm, which she took without hesitation. "How have you been, my cheré? Your hair is so short, so fashionable! I see you have been taking cues from our sister city of Paris, ne c'est pas?"
"Naturellement, my dear sir." Irene replied, offering him a soft smile. "I know I will look somewhat out of place in your party. Please forgive my impropriety, but when the news of Willie's passing reached me...I so longed to see you all again, I could not stay away."
"Nonsense, you have nothing to apologize for!" The mayor scolded her lightly, patting her arm. "You have returned from the dead, our very own Lazarus wreathed in flowers like a Belgian-crafted nymph! You are most welcome at our little fête, dear girl. I daresay, after whatever it was that you went through, you are quite justified in a night of revelry." His heavily-accented voice dipped to a conspiratorial tone, "and you must tell us all about your trials. I am certain you have a grand story indeed!"
"Thank you for your hospitality, my dear Mayor Lemieux. I pray that the road ahead of me is far kinder than the road I have traveled thus far."
…
And here Arthur had thought that them playing lawmen was as foolish as they could get.
He couldn't even believe some of the stunts Dutch was willing to pull for the sake of networking or contacts. The bunch of them looked like damn circus animals in their tuxedos and white ties, and Bill in particular seemed aggressively uncomfortable. Just getting him to bathe had been a struggle.
Arthur personally had been downright henpecked by Grimshaw and Tilly, the two of them doing their damnedest to tame his thick, unruly mane with a comb and the vestiges of some pomade. All the while Abigail alternated between telling him he would cause every woman at the ball to swoon and bemoaning his stubble. He had shaved yesterday, damn it, and he wasn't going to shave again!
Lord, they were all fools.
Hosea was the only one who seemed to be even remotely at ease, the elderly man already maneuvering his way to the balcony above the courtyard before Dutch had even managed to find Bronte so they could 'pay their respects'. Bill just followed Hosea like a lost puppy.
Arthur didn't have to understand Italian to know that Senor Bronte was insulting them right out the gate. Neither did Dutch, if the tense smile he gave Angelo while they conversed was any indication.
Arthur was slightly entertained by the panic that flitted across the waiter's face when the larger man ended up catching his arm to use the match originally lit for Dutch's cigar. Never mind that Arthur had had to cut his own cigar with his damn teeth, he was used to doing that shit. Used to falling by the wayside in the gregarious presence of Dutch Van Der Linde. But he wasn't about to let this stuffed-shirt little cocktail carrier get away with ignoring him scot-free. An uncut cigar he could excuse, but an unlit one? That was sacrilege.
The courtyard was teeming with people, illuminated by the soft glow from crisscrossing strands of fashionable Edison bulbs. There were so many ornate gowns, elaborate hats and stiff-necked suits, Arthur scarcely knew where to look. "Mingle, Arthur." Dutch ordered in an undertone, giving him a concealed shove from behind. "Steal nothing unless it's information."
Arthur sighed, straightened his white tie with the air of a man set before the gallows, and slowly descended into what reminded him of how educated folks would describe an active volcano. The courtyard was a maelstrom of activity, the dull roar punctuated by the mosquito-esque whine of a string quartet. God, what he would give to be out with Irene in the hills instead, listening to her play the fiddle for the wolves.
He shook his head at himself. Again with this nonsense, thinking about her every time he heard violin music.
He gritted his teeth and approached a group of women, seizing a bottle of champagne off one of the tables as he went. Arthur Morgan was not a smart man, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that folk were more inclined to think charitably towards you if you brought them alcohol.
"Ladies, might I offer you some champagne?" Arthur asked, knowing his speech was stilted at best as he tried to choke his drawl down. The trio of women seemed to buy it though, simpering and preening while calling him a gentleman.
That was a lie, and Lord was it a bold one. Though, looking around at the so-called polite company, Arthur felt less like the villain that he was and more like a sheep that had wandered into a wolf's den.
Maybe a nest of vipers would be more accurate.
Either way, the large man wasn't used to feeling like prey. As he made his rounds slowly across the courtyard, complimenting outlandish hats and offering his input on the most recent theatre performances (which he had absolutely no clue about), Arthur experienced the distinct sensation of the noose tightening around his neck yet again. Saint Denis was far too civilized for the likes of the Van Der Linde gang. It was only a matter of time before they were rooted out, sent scampering into the night like the vermin they were or slaughtered without quarter.
Lord, this place made him long for the open country.
He bumped into Hosea and Dutch shortly after he had rescued a rail-thin man from choking to death on some peanuts, the two elders of the gang looking like they were plotting something.
"Figure anythin' out yet?" Arthur asked softly.
"Maybe, Arthur. You see that group of folks over by the fountain? That fellow with the tall top hat is the mayor himself." Dutch pointed the man out, gesturing with his cigar.
"So?" Arthur muttered.
"So, my dear boy, ingratiating ourselves with the mayor's little band will no doubt do wonders for our credibility."
"Dutch, if the mayor is already cozy in Bronte's pocket like we are, what's even the damn point?" Arthur queried, trying not to sound as sulky as he felt.
Dutch sighed heavily and Hosea quickly interjected, "it's not necessarily the mayor that's our target, Arthur. Rather, the group of people with him. We are attempting to make as many friends as we can, if you recall."
The large man nodded. "Shoah, I guess. You want me to mosey over and...what was the word? Ingrate myself?"
"Ingratiate Arthur, dear Lord." Dutch huffed.
"Right, yeah. Usual fake name?"
"Of course, my dear boy!" Hosea replied brightly, smiling and patting him on the back. "You may have some luck with the woman he has alongside him. From what I can gather, she's stolen the show a bit. The Widow Carson, back from the dead!" He chuckled, oblivious to the way Arthur froze. "Apparently she's returned to attempt to claim her deceased husband's money. Some nasty business, for certain."
"See if you can get into her good graces, Arthur. A wealthy benefactor could do the gang wonders." Dutch instructed absently, already back to scanning the crowds.
"Her good--Dutch what the hell are you sayin'?!" Arthur hissed, his stomach knotting as a nasty sense of comprehension slowly dawned on him.
"Oh go on Arthur, just pour on the charm! I know you can do it." Hosea encouraged, misinterpreting the source of Arthur's discomfort. The older man gave him a gentle nudge and Arthur found himself sent on his way.
A wealthy benefactor. Was it Irene? Was Irene really here? More importantly, was Arthur shameless enough to accomplish what Dutch had requested of him?
A wealthy benefactor. His skin crawled and Arthur suddenly felt disgusting as he realized that, were it not for his suspicion that the Widow Carson was indeed Irene, he would not have any sort of particular qualms about being asked to do something like this.
Is it Irene? All he could see from his current position was Mayor Lemieux's top hat. He loitered beside a garish floral arrangement for a few moments, trying his best to get himself under control. He was Arthur Morgan, the enforcer of the Van Der Linde gang for fuck's sake! He had survived countless trials before this, surely he could manage speaking to a woman at a party!
Arthur growled under his breath, clenched his fists, and slowly approached the group by the fountain.
"-cheré, you must continue with your story! Ferdinand, stop interrupting, I beg of you!" The mayor was chiding one of the other men standing there, his voice luxuriantly heavy with a French accent.
The other man, whose complexion was bright red (whether from drink or passion, Arthur could not yet discern), scoffed at the mayor. "Her tale is rife with inaccuracies, Henri! We knew Willie, he would never-"
"Unless you too visited him in his bedchambers, Ferdinand, I suggest you keep your observations to yourself."
Irene. Oh Lord, Irene, flowers woven into her hair like she was a damn forest spirit out of those old Greek tragedies. It was like time had stopped for Arthur as he took in every detail. God, he was startled all over again by just how much he had missed her. She was in that dress, the one she had worn in Valentine. But wonder of all wonders, she appeared to be fully-laced this evening. Arthur swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away from the shapely curve of her hips. The way her corset held and molded her body into something devastating, a weapon normally concealed from him by men's clothing…
Well, he was a red-blooded American. Unfortunately right now, he had to try his damnedest to temper that particular truth about his nature.
"It ain't complex, Lemieux, and only an idiot like you, buddy, would try to make it so!" Ferdinand continued over what Irene had been saying, sloshing the liquor in his glass dangerously close to that beautiful dress. Irene's brown eyes were fairly crackling with restrained fury, color high in her cheeks as she endured being near this loathsome character. She looked magnificent. Arthur wished he could kiss her, right then and there.
"I will not deny idiocy sir, but perhaps now is not the time." The mayor tried to settle Ferdinand down by placating him, however the outspoken man didn't seem to get the hint.
"Typical pansy!"
"You are drunk, Ferdinand." Lemieux stated disapprovingly.
"I'm not drunk, you fool...but this man! This man loves damsels-"
"Ferdinand, your behavior is becoming unseemly." Irene said through clenched teeth. Arthur had a nasty feeling that he knew exactly what Ferdinand had been about to say before Irene cut him off. "Not to mention utterly irrelevant to the topic at hand. Must you constantly inflict your heinous presence upon polite company?"
"Hey hey, you are pretty drunk." Arthur chose that moment to intervene, draping his arm nonchalantly around the belligerent man's shoulders and pinning Ferdinand's arm behind his back after a momentary adjustment. "What's say you and me cool off?" He 'suggested' cheerily, strong-arming the drunkenly-protesting Ferdinand off to the gazebo at the rear of the courtyard. Giving the man a rough shove, Arthur stated (much more rationally than he felt like being at the moment), "sit down and calm down. Count to a thousand. Then, you can rejoin the party."
...
"Thank you sir!" Henri said sincerely, shaking Arthur's hand upon his triumphant return sans one loudmouth.
"My pleasure." The tawny-haired man replied with a boyish grin. Lord, if she had thought he looked dashing before-! Irene was tempted to feign a swoon. Arthur had clearly been blessed by a trip to the tailor, of that much she was certain. The black suit coat accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist in equal measure, leaving him imposingly proportionate in a way that was incredibly tasteful. She was sorely pressed to keep her eyes from wandering, realizing vaguely that Henri was introducing himself.
"Henri Lemieux. I hope you are enjoying my party?"
"The mayor!" Arthur said with an air of surprise, as if he had not known. Irene didn't buy it for a second. Though she was grateful for his timely arrival, she had to wonder why he was here. Did Arthur Morgan have friends in high places?
"Allegedly!" Henri replied with a modest chuckle. "And you are?"
"Tacitus Killgore, at your service." Irene blinked. That was unexpected. What an elaborate fake name, but he said it so confidently! "This is quite a place you've got here." Arthur continued the conversation, his drawl a touch off. Like he was deliberately attempting to soften it.
"It's not mine, and the city is horribly in debt, but we still can put on a good show." Henri gestured after a moment to the man on his right. "Do you know Evelyn Miller, Monsieur Killgore?"
"My Lord. The writer?" Arthur appeared legitimately awed now, shaking Mr. Miller's hand. Irene could understand that awe, Miller was a revered and respected author amongst the folk in the untamed wilderness of the new States. She herself had been simply soaking up the man's educated palaver like a sponge until Henri urged her to begin sharing her trials.
"Ah, and of course! Our unexpected but most welcome guest, Madame the Widow Irene Carson." Henri introduced her with an elaborate flourish of his hand, making her laugh. "She has been regaling us with the exciting tale of her return to life! It is fascinating to hear."
"Enchanté, Mister Killgore." Irene said, smiling and offering Arthur a quick curtsy. Again, out of fashion, and a bit difficult with the added restriction of her corset, but the quaint gesture had always been preferable to a nod as far as she was concerned. If only that bath girl hadn't been so thorough in lacing her!
Arthur bowed, took her hand and touched it to his lips chastely. "The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Carson." Her murmured, blue eyes boring into her own. Irene suddenly felt incredibly warm, despite her no-doubt constricted blood flow. "A return to life, you said? Have you been travelin' abroad then, ma'am?"
"Oh no sir, I'm afraid it's been nothing quite so delightful as that." Irene demurred. "Rather trying, in all honesty."
"Truly, it is a sordid affair. Her own husband, claiming she had perished!" Henri shook his head, looking appropriately distraught. "Ghastly. Then, Willie marrying that other woman so fast, and her turning out to be a murderer...well, it is like something from a cheap novel!"
"How awful that experience must have been for you, my lady." Arthur said softly. "Might I listen to the rest of the story, or are you weary of tellin' such a tale?"
"I'm afraid there is not overmuch left to tell, Mister Killg-"
"Please, ma'am, call me Tacitus." He insisted, his eyes bright with their secret joke.
Irene couldn't help her smile in reply. "Of course, Tacitus. But as I was saying, there is not much to tell. I have spent most of my exile cowering in a cabin out in the mountains, shivering to death or roasting alive." She had tried so very hard to dumb down the tale, doing her best to make it seem like she was still the frail and fragile Mrs. Carson.
"It sounds like you have endured quite a bit of hardship, ma'am." Arthur's lips quirked upwards at the corner, his smile faint but still there. "It's a miracle you managed to survive! A delicate li'l thing like you, all alone out there in that dangerous wilderness." His voice dipped low enough to make her shiver. "Especially with such...reprehensible folk about these days."
Like me, his gaze seemed to say, the heat in that look reminding Irene of when he had kissed her at the stables.
"Exactly what I said, Monsieur Tacitus! Irene, you were so rash! I know that you believed you had no recourse, and I must apologize for my own complacency regarding Willie's abhorrent behavior, but surely there was another way!" The mayor scolded her.
"I am so very sorry, Henri. Next time I am kept prisoner in my own house, I'll be certain to send you a messenger pigeon." Irene retorted wryly, making Henri sputter as Arthur outright laughed. Ah, that laugh! She would have gladly borne her troubles in silence had she known such a delightful sound would someday grace her ears.
Irene was struck anew by the providence of her whole situation while she watched Arthur do his best to play at high society. She had not often been afforded the privilege to observe him, instead of the other way around. His blue eyes caught the amber light quite marvelously, his jaw shaded with stubborn stubble that gave him just the tiniest hint of wildness, of untamed danger. Enough to make him appealing to many of the women present. Irene wasn't sure if she should be flattered or concerned about the amount of time he was spending with the mayor and, by proxy, herself.
She was growing increasingly lightheaded from the squeeze of her corset and was just about to ask Henri if she could impose upon his hospitality for a brief reprieve to adjust herself when abruptly, the butler approached to inform Mayor Lemieux that he had another phone call from the tycoon, Leviticus Cornwall.
Henri waved the man off as fireworks began to erupt overhead. Irene, noting how Arthur watched the butler depart a touch more narrowly than one might in polite company, dared to place a hand on his arm. "Tacitus, my dear, you play your cards too openly." She whispered, her words making Arthur grimace. "May I ask you to escort me upstairs? I fear all this excitement has me feeling a bit short of breath."
…
"Tacitus-" Irene gasped his fake moniker at the top of the stairs, groping the wall for some kind of support. "I realize this is very forward of me, but I must beg for your assistance in loosening these damned--" She paused for air. "Lord, I fear I will swoon. This is so tight-"
"Okay, easy now." Arthur murmured, privately marveling at how large his hands looked on her cinched waist when he steadied her. "I gotcha', Irene. It's alright."
She didn't appear to be exaggerating for his sake. The walk up the stairs had nearly done her in, it would seem. She was incredibly pale, and trembling slightly. He had assumed that she was just playing along for whatever reason, the two of them stalking the butler for fun or profit, but it was evident now that she had no such ulterior motives.
Arthur picked a door at random, immensely thankful that the room behind it was a parlour of sorts. Irene all but collapsed on the chaise, her fingers clumsy with the tiny buttons that ran the length of the front of her dress. Arthur rushed to assist after he made certain to lock the door, feeling a little frantic at the way Irene was wheezing for air.
"You're okay, you're okay, we'll get you loosened up." He tried to calm her (and himself), working on the next button in the line. "Front or back lacing, Irene?"
"Back." Her voice had gone pitchy. "I--she laced me very well."
"I know, shh, gimme' a minute." Arthur soothed, willing himself to relax. This wasn't any sort of terrible scenario, this was mundane compared to how his life usually was! How the hell was it that his hands were shaking more over getting a woman undressed than being shot at by the law?!
The two of them managed to peel the dress down over her shoulders far enough to let Arthur maneuver his hands in between her chemise and corset to loosen her laces. Slowly, carefully, he worked his way down, gradually slacking the binds. He didn't want to just undo the whole damn thing, that would leave her to endure the remainder of the party with her bosom unfettered and as appealing as that was to him, he knew that the gentry would tear her apart for it.
"Any better?" He asked after a moment, relieved when she nodded.
Then, "I didn't think you would actually help me." She admitted softly, holding her dress closed in the front. Arthur was stunned. "I assumed you were going to follow his retainer." Irene turned to look at him after a moment. "Why are you here, Arthur?"
Lord, he felt like a sinner on Judgement Day. Pinned by the weight of an angel's stare, all he could do was try to tell her the truth. "My...associates and I are...well, we need leads, Miss Irene. Senor Bronte, in exchange for our...services, cut us a deal for invitations to this ball. And uh, I suppose that's it." He said awkwardly. "I didn't expect you to be here, I figured you'd have headed for the Grizzlies by now."
Irene shrugged. "I thought long and hard about what you said during our last meeting. Me not taking everything that wasn't nailed down, that is." She squared her shoulders stiffly, trying to straighten her dress out. "I decided it was time to take back what's rightfully mine, propriety be damned."
Arthur put his hands on her shoulders, slipping the dress back down to reveal bare, freckled skin. He breathed her name, ducking his head to drop a kiss on the nape of her neck and feeling her shiver. His next words caught in his throat. How could he do something like that to her?
A wealthy benefactor, Dutch had said, like it was an afterthought. Like she wasn't a person, but a resource. A tool.
Because that was all she would be to Dutch, Arthur realized grimly. A silly woman for them to string along, someone with deep pockets and a trusting heart. She wasn't Irene to Dutch or Hosea, she was the Widow Carson. A naive young widow, beautiful and lonely and (possibly) about to come into some significant money. The perfect target for a good old-fashioned seduction.
Lord, he had almost preferred feeling like prey earlier to this sudden cold understanding of how his companions (and even he himself, to a lesser degree) saw people like Irene.
"You look beautiful tonight, Irene." He murmured instead.
"Don't tease me, Arthur." Irene retorted sharply. "I am an utter mess. I look like a child playing dress up amongst all the immaculate gowns down there." She then sniffled, the noise almost too soft for him to hear. "I very nearly fainted dead away because I haven't worn one of these blasted things in almost a year! What kind of proper lady can't even endure the simplest of corsets?"
"The kind that doesn't need one to turn every damn head in the room." Arthur said gruffly, a hand beneath her chin tilting her head back so he could see her face. Her brown eyes shone with frustrated tears. "You're beautiful, woman. Why the hell don't you believe it?"
"A majority of my marriage was punctuated by people who felt the need to inform me that I was attractive 'for my age', Arthur. I'm old, I'm nearly thirty. No man wants a wife that old. My father was hard-pressed to marry me off when I was twenty-four, can you even imagine what folk might say to a man who would court me in my thirties?" Irene shook her head despondently. "I...I don't know what I'm doing, Arthur." She confessed suddenly. "I am terrified. If I put effort into taking whatever might be left and it turns out to all be for naught, I don't know what I'll do!" Her hands twisted in her skirts. "I'll be back to where I was before."
Arthur wasn't certain he understood what the issue was. She had seemed happy out in the wilderness. Hell, she had insisted upon her happiness. What had brought on this change, this desire for stability and financial security? He was thoroughly confused. "I don't know what to tell you, Irene." He said finally.
"I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even brought it up." Irene apologized. "It's hardly your concern, Mister Tacitus." She tried to tease, daubing at her eyes with her sleeve and then starting to button her dress back up. "Just the worries of a silly woman whose age is catching up with her, I suppose."
Arthur caught her wrist to stop her, pressing a kiss to the inside of it like he had done so many times before. Her pulse tripped and hammered beneath his lips, galloping wildly. "Irene, you are beautiful." He sighed, his fingertips grazing her exposed collarbone when he palmed her shoulders from behind. "Everyone down there knows it. I know it. You could have your pick of fellers downstairs if that's what you're so worried about."
"It's such a fleeting thing, Arthur." She whispered. "When it is gone, if I cannot reclaim any of Willie's estate...I'll have nothing and no one."
Arthur wanted to die. He wanted to grab her shoulders and embrace her and say you'll have me, God damn it! But he knew he couldn't promise her that, as much as he wanted to. Hell, getting truly involved with him would no doubt cut her life short. That fear was what kept him from speaking, no matter how badly he wished to assure her. Even after the tender moments they had spent together in the wilds, now, when it would have made a difference, he was unable to offer any sort of meaningful comfort.
Arthur closed his eyes, cursing himself roundly. "You don't mean that, Irene. The mayor seems-"
"Henri was perfectly willing to overlook my abuse when Willie was funding his campaign. All of them down there were complacent." Irene interjected, her tone one of barely-bridled fury. "Politicians and the elite are of no use to me, Arthur, for I am of no use to them."
Fair enough, Arthur mused. "So what are you gonna' do, then?"
"I'm going to try and bring my case to the attention of the courts. Willie was an only child, which is the sole reason I may still have a chance to receive something for my trouble." Irene's shoulders slumped and Arthur dug his fingers in, silently working out a few of the knots she seemed to have created in her muscles.
"I hope it goes accordin' to plan for you, then." He said finally.
"As do I." Irene took his hand, leading him around to the front of the chaise. "I have missed you, Arthur Morgan." She said simply. Sweet and honest.
He was a fool.
Arthur felt like cheap gold leaf as he greedily buried his hands in her hair, sending one of the vanilla blossoms tumbling to the floor when he did. He felt like a veneer of class spread thin on his thieving bones, he felt like a liar. This vision of a woman, this divine being who trusted him so readily...
This time would be the last. It would have to be. If Dutch found him out, if his pre-established closeness to the Widow Carson was discovered, Arthur knew that Dutch would tell him to bleed her dry.
And Arthur, the kind, loyal man that he was, would do it. Because loyalty was everything.
…
Arthur was troubled. Even through her own worries, Irene could see that. She threaded her fingers through the shaggy locks at the nape of his neck, whispering his name. "What's wrong, Arthur?"
"I...I can't keep doin' this, Irene." He confessed, those blue eyes stormy with emotion. "I can't keep draggin' you down with me. You deserve so much more than a man who you don't really know, a man who's here an' gone again. It ain't right."
"I don't much care what I deserve, Arthur Morgan." Irene said tartly. "If you want me, I am here. You have yet to cause me harm in any of our endeavors, which is more than I can say for my prior partner." She tugged at the back of his neck, bringing their foreheads together. "If you want me, Arthur, I am here."
"Irene," he grated out, cupping her face, "I'm a bad man. I've done a whole heap of turrible things. I ain't the kind of man that you should be lettin' anywhere near you."
"And despite all of that, I'm beneath you on a chaise in the mayor's upstairs drawing room." Irene replied dryly. "Honestly Arthur, I thought you knew by now that my intuition is quite dreadful."
"Irene-"
"You are remarkably poor at displaying any sort of reluctance, Mister Arthur." It felt like icy fingers were creeping their way down her spine. Had he finally decided that whatever they were, it wasn't worth his time? She could hardly blame him, of course! She was a currently-penniless widow. She had offered herself freely in the past; he owed her nothing, just as she owed him nothing.
"Because I ain't reluctant!" Arthur exclaimed. "I'm...Christ, Irene, I want this. I want you, so much that it hurts. But the life I lead ain't got a chance in it for a happy, fairytale endin' where I get to live out my days in peace. I have people I need to take care of, and you have a life of your own to finally start livin'." He stated firmly. "So for both our sakes, we can't...continue."
"At the very least," Irene begged, her thumbs stroking the familiar scar on his chin while she peppered his face with light pecks, "may we still be friends, Arthur?"
"Irene…" Arthur breathed, tilting his face to the side and kissing her until she was dizzy. "You've given me so damn much, woman. Given me hope, and beauty, and music. My friendship ain't worth spit compared to what you've done for me."
Irene shook her head, blinking back her tears. "I'm the one that ought to be saying that, Mister Arthur!" She protested. "I wish there was more I could do to repay the kindness you've shown me."
"Miss Irene, all the payment I ask for is that you go and live your life to the fullest extent. Take tenfold from that son of a bitch what he took from you." Arthur swept back some of the curls on her forehead, the gesture achingly tender. "Do that, and you'll be paid up, alright?" He murmured.
Irene took his hand and kissed his knuckles, feeling the pronounced lines of old abrasions on the skin when she did. "Don't give up, Arthur. There is someone out there who will be worth it to you." She told him, her voice trembling a bit as she struggled to get the words out. "Someone who will see you for how kind and loyal you are and instead of taking advantage of it, they'll cherish it. Guard you close to their heart like a jealous little secret." Her smile was tentative, "that's what I would do, anyway."
Arthur cursed under his breath, shoving his thigh gracelessly between her legs. "Irene." He said her name and it was an oath, a prayer. Whether for himself or for her, she couldn't say.
"Yes, Arthur?" Irene replied softly.
"If you hear about me in the future, if…" he hesitated, clearing his throat as he drew his index finger studiously down the side of her face. "If somethin' happens, don't pay it any mind, alright? Remember me just like this. All gussied up in this frippery, lookin' like the world's most uncomfortable trained bear." He tried to laugh, but it sounded hollow. "Can you do that for me? Please?"
"As long as you remember me like I was in the wilds." Irene was pleased when he smiled. "All filthy, with twigs in my hair."
"The Irene of my dreams has always been the one from the wilderness." Arthur confessed quietly. "This is lovely, don't get me wrong." He continued, giving her skirts a playful tweak. "But you out in the forests, playin' your violin for the wolves an' howlin' at the moon...that's the Irene I think about." The man cleared his throat again after a moment, looking away. "Now, let's get you put to rights. Buttoned up and all that. I figure it'll be best if I go back first. Hopefully folk won't be too suspicious. Shit, I don't even know how long we been gone for." He swore, grumbling a little as he struggled to help her with the tiny buttons on her dress.
Irene giggled, feeling a bit hysterical. "Oh heavens, what they will think of me! My husband hardly cold in the ground and now I'm enjoying an absolutely scandalous rendezvous with a handsome stranger. I'll be the talk of Saint Denis for weeks!"
"Woman, if you don't quit your funnin'..." Arthur huffed, a wry grin pulling at his mouth seemingly in spite of himself.
Irene rubbed her forehead against his own, smiling a bit wistfully. "Shall I ever see you again, Mister Arthur?"
"For your sake, I sure as hell hope not." Arthur replied bluntly. "Bad luck seems to follow the folks I hang around with."
…
He hadn't entirely lied. He did leave ahead of her. However, he didn't return to the party immediately.
Instead, Arthur ducked into the study he had seen that butler enter when he and Irene were making their way up the stairs. A few minutes of pointed rummaging and a jimmied lock on the desk drawer later, Arthur Morgan (or rather, Tacitus Killgore) was the proud owner of various interesting, incriminating documentation. Leviticus Cornwall. Arthur barely resisted the urge to spit on command when he so much as thought the man's name.
Footsteps passed by the door and he froze, pressing himself back against the bookcases until whoever it was had descended down the stairs.
Hopefully, this information would please Dutch to the point where he would forget about Widow Carson. Arthur just wished that he could forget about Widow Carson. Irene.
Maybe...maybe if she was still in the drawing room, he could explain. Maybe there was still time. It would be dangerous, of course, but she deserved the truth. She deserved to know why he couldn't promise her anything aside from a life of fear and misery. Shit, at the very least she deserved to know why he was cutting her loose!
Arthur left the study and retraced his steps to the drawing room, his heart in his throat and her name on the tip of his tongue. Irene--
But she was gone.
The chaise was vacant, lonely in the cluttered room. Through the open French doors to the balcony, the sounds of the party below filtered in like something from another world. He stalled in the doorway for a moment, uncertain of what to do. An object on the floor by the chaise caught his attention and Arthur stepped forward.
It was one of the vanilla flowers from her hair, the blossom sitting forlorn and abandoned next to the leg of the chaise. He scooped it up with all the care someone like him could muster, tenderly examining the fragile, bruised petals. Then, Arthur slipped it into the pocket of his suit coat.
Much, much later that evening (technically the next damn morning), when he was bedding down at Shady Belle, he delicately extracted the worn flower and proceeded to tuck it between two blank pages of his journal.
Irene, he wrote at the very bottom of the page, and then, in another life, if I was a better man, we could have been so happy together. Instead, I have to push you away to keep you -safe-.
What a fool I am.
The following page bore a loose, flowing sketch of her on the chaise, staring up at him while she clutched the front of her gown closed at her chest. The fierce look on her face that he had tried valiantly to capture on paper didn't hold a candle to the real thing. Irene Craft, he wrote, then scribbled out her name and instead put, -Politicians and the elite are of no use to me, Arthur, for I am of no use to them.-
Mayor Onry Lemieux's party.
Winter’s Cold: Part One
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Chocolate kisses
Just a little valentines one shot based in the universe of the long fic i’m working on “willow”
Summery: Valentines day is coming up and Lily has the perfect plan to win Kaidan’s heart: homemade chocolate
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"Aughhh!" Lily yelled, resulting in a very alarmed Aiden dashing into their kitchen.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.
Lily slammed the pan of what he assumed was chocolate down onto the counter, she had been holed up in their apartment all day and wouldn't tell him why "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to bake." She said, glaring at the pan.
"Bake what?"
Lily tensed up "Nothing, none of your business!"
Aiden picked up her pink recipe book, looking at the page it was opened on "Heart shaped dark chocolate...I didn't know you had a boyfriend." It's not like he was privy to every aspect of her life but they told each other everything and after Nate she had practically ruled out relationships.
Lily blushed, yanking the book from him "I don't."
"Then who are you making it for?"
Lily crossed her arms looking away from him "Maybe it's for you and you ruined the surprise."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you always get me flowers so why can't I give you something?"
"You cook for me every year and besides I hate dark chocolate."
"Well then maybe it's for me!"
"You hate dark chocolate."
"Ugh! Listen, did you just come in to interrogate me?"
"No, I came in because I was worried, you're the one being difficult."
"Fine! I'm making it for someone happy?"
"Who?"
"Why does it matter?"
Aiden shrugged "I'm just curious."
"Well...don't be!" She turned him around, pushing him out of the kitchen. "Now why don’t you focus on your own love life and leave me alone." Lily huffed walking back into the kitchen, leaving Aiden standing in their living room confused.
As much as it aggravated her to admit Aiden was right, she was trying to make chocolate for someone and that someone was her fellow soldier and sentinel, Kaidan Alenko. It was stupid, they weren't dating and she wasn't even sure he liked her so why she was stressing herself like this she didn't know but she was bad with words and everyone liked getting chocolates on valentines day right?
Lily gasped, what if he had a girlfriend? He hadn't mentioned anything but he was also a private person so he probably wouldn't have anyway. Lily fixed her ponytail "Whatever, if he puts all my good work to waste I'll kill him, asshole." She grumbled as she went back to work.
Kaidan shuddered "You okay LT?" Ashley asked.
"Yeah, just a sudden chill." He told her, a troubled look on his face.
"You know they often say that happens when someone is talking about you, maybe Lily is the reason?" She teased. Ashley knew about Lily and Kaidan's respective crushes on each other, her only problem was she couldn't tell either of them. Lily was her best friend and if she wanted her to keep it a secret she would and Ashley was no gossip but damn if it wasn't hard.
Kaidan rolled his eyes "Please, she doesn't even like me."
Oh if only he knew "Then why did you drag me, her best friend on to the Citadel just to pick out a gift for her huh?" Kaidan was silent "if you truly believed she didn't like you, any old box of chocolate would do, wouldn't it?"
"Just tell me what kind of flowers she likes."
"Aiden already gets her flowers."
Kaidan sighed "Of course…"
"She likes stuffed animals though.” Ashley informed him.
"You're kidding." Her? Miss shoot up a colony just because they don't have the time to throw a couple gas grenades. She collects stuffed animals?
Ashley shook her head "Swear on my life, she has quite the collection."
"If you say so." If anyone were to know it’d either be Ashley or Aiden and he certainly wasn’t about to ask him how to win his sister’s heart.
"Come on, I'll even help you pick one out." Ashley grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to shelves filled to the brim with pink, red and white stuffed toys.
"They're cute but they all have 'I love you' written on them." He said as he put one back on the shelf.
"Well are they wrong?" She pried.
"I'm not answering that." Kaidan picked up a white dog with red hearts all over it "aren't hearts a little...forward?"
"Kaidan."
He looked over at her "Yeah?"
"It's Valentine's Day, that's the whole point." Kaidan was definitely the endearingly awkward type and Lily was just awkward. They'd be a match made in heaven if they'd just knock it off and be honest with each other.
"Success!" Lily cried out collapsing to her knees on the kitchen floor, exhaustion finally washing over her. She had been trapped in her kitchen all morning and afternoon trying to get this chocolate to mold correctly and she finally did. "I'm never fucking making chocolate again." She said as she stood up "so he better enjoy it while he can."
Lily hummed happily as she set the heart shaped candy into a small pink box, wrapping a bow around it, trying to push the thought that Kaidan may not feel the same way to the back of her mind "It's fine, I'll just order a heart shaped pizza and cry alone while Aiden has a nice evening with Liara It's okay." She laughed to herself, aware of how crazy she probably sounded. She hoped that didn’t happen but she stopped being an optimist a long time ago.
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Kaidan sat at the table in the mass hall, the stuffed dog he had gotten for Lily laid in front of him, he felt silly as he waited for her to finish getting ready, the rest of the crew was either on dates or at Flux but he had stayed behind to wait for her. Kaidan might have sorta kinda forgot to ask her out on a date so he had to do it last minute when she probably already had one. He was an adult he could handle rejection, it would suck but he’d get over it, he just needed to get it out of the way so he could get over it. Kaidan gently flicked the dog's ear “Hopefully she’ll think you’re cute enough to forget that she hates me.” at least that’s what she liked to tell him, she was aloof one day but flirted with him the next it made no sense, Ashley liked to tease him by saying he didn’t understand women but maybe he just didn’t understand Lily. It’s not that she was all that easy to read.
Lily peaked over at Kaidan from behind the elevator, her hands behind her back holding the pink box containing the chocolate she made for him, he had a present in front of him too, they were the only two left on the ship was it for her? She didn’t want to assume things but she really hoped it was, she had fantasizing all day in between bouts of chocolate related anger. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself she slowly walked over to him “Kaidan?”
He looked up upon hearing his name, breath catching in his throat at the sight of her, he had never seen her in a skirt before and her gorgeous raven black hair was out of its usual tight ponytail and instead tied into a braid laid over her bare shoulders. At the age of thirty-two here he was blushing like a school boy on valentines day because of his CO’s younger sister. When was the last time he was on shore leave? “Lily you...uh...you look beautif-nice! You look very nice…” he said as he stood up to greet her, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Any other time she would’ve teased him but not now, she didn’t feel like it now, it’s not that she wanted a relationship really, she hadn’t for a long time but she didn’t want to have a just sex relationship with him either, ignoring the fact Kaidan wasn’t the type, what she felt for him wasn’t just physical attraction it went deeper and that terrified her. “I uh...I made these for you.” she said, blushing as she handed him the box of candy.
“You made it?” He asked, surprised as he opened the box.
“Yeah, it’s always a hit or miss with store bought chocolate so I thought i’d give it a try.” she told him as she started tugging on her skirt, the ship suddenly feeling very hot and the more she thought about it the more she realized homemade, heart shaped chocolate may have been too forward.
Kaidan smiled down at her “Thank you Lily, I can’t wait to try them,” he turned around, picking up the dog and holding it out to her “I got you something too, I had heard you liked stuffed animals so…” now it was his turn to blush.
Lily’s face lit up “For me?” she gently took the stuffed down in her hands, looking at it briefly before hugging it to her chest with a smile on her face “I love it, thank you!” Kaidan had never seen her smile, not at him anyway all he got was a smirk at most but not this time, this time she gave him a genuine smile and it was gorgeous. Kaidan didn’t know her history, he didn’t know why she rarely smiled but he wanted to. It’s not like he was big on smiling either but someone like Lily...someone like her deserved to always be happy, to always smile from the bottom of her heart, even if he wasn’t the reason behind it.
“I know it’s very last minute but if you don’t have a date I would like to take you to dinner.” It had been a long time since he had asked someone on a date, probably before he even enlisted and he hadn’t anticipated doing it again for a long time yet here he was jittery with butterflies in stomach as he asked the woman he had a crush on out on a date. God crush...such a juvenile term for him to use but that was the best way to describe it and for as much as they bickered it was probably a long shot but something deep down told him he’d regret it if he didn’t.
“I’d love to, I actually didn’t have any plans either.” She was hoping he’d give her some but she wasn’t going to say that out loud.
Kaidan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding “Great, that’s uh...great.” he hadn’t planned past this mainly because he hadn’t anticipated her saying yes but before he could trip over his words again Lily took his hand, pulling him along.
“There’s a restaurant I've been wanting to try but I haven’t had anyone to go with.” She said, it was an obvious lie, she could’ve dragged Aiden along but she didn’t because she was holding out hope that she’d be able to go with Kaidan, they weren’t dating, not even a little so to have such hope was silly but she was nothing if not a hopeless romantic, a side of herself she hadn’t seen in a long time.
“What restaurant?” He asked as he was rather willingly led up the stairs.
“Apollo’s? I don’t remember but it’s named after one of those Greek gods, it’s on the presidium I know that much.”
Kaidan chuckled “I’m sure we’ll find it.”
“I hope so! I’m starving Kaidan, absolutely wasting away as we speak.” she said, her tone over dramatic and dragging her feet as if she was about to pass out on the stairs.
It was rare for her to joke with him like this but he liked it and as much as he was getting his hopes up it had him wanting more nites like this but for now he was going to savor this one. The sound of her giggling, something he didn’t expect to hear from her, the sight of her smile, the one she was only directing at him, the smell of her floral perfume, it was light but so very Lily and most of all, the feeling of his hand in hers. Lily’s hands, like the rest of her, were much smaller than his and they fit together like puzzle pieces. He wasn’t about to be sappy and say they were made for each other, he didn’t know that yet but it sure was a nice thought.
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Chapter 5
Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warning: Cursing and drinking.
Word Count: 5,200
A/N: See note at the end of the chapter. Italics are internal thoughts.
Catch up with Chapter 4
The Minneapolis-St. Paul International airport was packed for your five o’clock flight on the twenty seventh. Apparently, everyone else was also saying goodbye to the Christmas holiday besides yourself. Vacation time is always great, but you had a story due on December twenty ninth that really needed to be finished. Technically, the article could have been written while staying in the frozen tundra that you once called home. The assignment is a piece covering various places to celebrate New Year’s Eve. All the information for the story could be found online and any questions could easily be answered via phone call, but after a week with your family, you needed the peace and quiet. You had grown accustomed to living alone. Home centered you, even if it was just a rental. You also thrived in an office setting; the beat of the busy newsroom also matching the beat of your heart.
Y/N: Getting ready to board. Just wanted to say goodnight in case I crash when I get home.
Grabbing your purse and duffle bag off the floor, you joined the massive crowd waiting to board the plane. This was the part of travel that gave you anxiety. The takeoff, landing, and overall length of a flight never bothered you. Nope, it was the crowd that stood directly in front of the gate. As if being on the plane longer than need be and stuffed next to two other people was enjoyable. But because everyone else stood around the gate, your anxiety made you join them.
After twenty minutes of waiting for boarding sections to be called, why they even had family boarding on a flight to Orlando was beyond you, you were seated somewhat comfortably in your window seat. The flight was full, so you did have two seat mates. Sisters from what you could tell with the bickering. The one in the middle seat explained they retired to Florida but made the trip home to see their brother for Christmas. So, you were right, sisters.
Chris didn’t send a text back, so you quickly typed one out before shutting it off for the flight.
Y/N: There are rumors that the flight has a wealthy oil baron on it. I’m pretty sure I am seated next to him. If you don’t hear from me, you know why.
You made it through the flight easy enough. All the seats were equipped with monitors loaded with various movies and television shows. Plugging in your earbuds, you settled on Toy Story 4 since you hadn’t seen it yet. After that finished, you mindlessly watched a couple of episodes of the Big Bang Theory.
As much fun as you had with your family, it was good to be home. Between the time spent at your mom’s house and then at your dad’s, plus your brother dragging you out nightly, to quote Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon, you were “getting too old for this shit.”
Walking in your house around ten that night, you were a little disappointed to see Chris hadn’t texted back. Knowing that him and Scott where in Boston to spend time with family and friends, you tried not to let it bother you too much. You were exhausted anyway. A long hot shower and your bed sounded like the ultimate plan. Emptying your suitcase into the washer could wait until tomorrow.
With a one load of clothes in the washer, a second in the dryer, and your article half done, you were feeling pretty proud of yourself. You even woke up before your alarm this morning. Maybe a trip back home was all you needed for a boost. Usually post vacation, you needed another vacation to cope with life.
Your phone vibrated on your desk indicating you had a message. Picking it up, you saw it was Chris, so you swiped the message open.
Chris: Oil barons are so overrated. You better be home in Orlando.
You smirked at his response.
Chris: I was out late last night. Hope you had a good trip home sweetheart.
Y/N: I’m sorry, me and Spencer (the oil baron) are picking out rings. Can I call you later?
Chris: OK smartass. Don’t make me fly out there.
Oh boy, did you wish he would deliver on that threat. In actuality, you had only spent five, maybe ten minutes at the most with Chris. And even though you’ve spent hours upon hours over the last couple of months talking to him on the phone and through text messaging, you were really hoping for some in person time.
Y/N: Oh no, the baron wouldn’t like that. I might though.
You bit your lip as soon as you hit send. While Chris flirted with you often, it was rare for you to come back with a comment of your own. When a few minutes had passed without a response, you got back to work on your article. Hours later and he still hadn’t responded, you worried that maybe you had taken the game to far. You knew your comment was totally innocent, but you couldn’t help but worry. You overthink everything, that’s just who you are.
Ugh! Why am I like this?
It wasn’t until the next day when you received a response from Chris where he completely ignored what you said.
Chris: Can you tell Scott that purple pants is not a good look.
Yep, you were not going to attempt to flirt again. You would leave all the flirting to him.
Y/N: I need context here.
Chris: For New Years Eve. He’s wearing purple pants.
Y/N: I stan Scott Evans. You can’t change my mind.
Chris: 😂
Chris: You do you sweetheart
The end of 2019 was here and it was a year you were happy with. You didn’t make any bad haircut decisions. All your potted plants were still alive. You had written a few articles you were very proud of. You spent time with family. You made some new friends. Overall, it was a year that you had no regrets in. You only hoped 2020 would be the same.
After finishing up at the office a little earlier than usual, you joined a group of your co-workers for a long dinner, opting not to join them bar hoping as the night went on. You were keeping your word on that whole not drinking for quite some time promise you made to yourself. Well, at least not hard alcohol. Wine doesn’t count.
By eight you were home and already in your pajamas. Brooks and Jana always went to Brooks’ brother’s house on New Year’s Eve. It was their tradition. The last few years they had invited you to come along, but you had always declined. It was their family thing and even though you loved Brooks like a brother, it felt like an intrusion to join them.
Even though Christmas was over last week, you had a pile of Hallmark Christmas movies you had stored on your DVR that you needed to get through. Write Before Christmas was the first on your list. The movie starred Chad Michael Murray who you had a crush on since his One Tree Hill days. DVR was really the way to go. Being able to fast forward through commercials meant you could get in almost three movies before midnight.
After you had thoroughly swooned over Chad, you moved on to Holiday Date. It was the whole fake dating plot with a predictable outcome, but it was cute so far nonetheless.
You hit pause because your phone was buzzing out of control. You could see from the preview screen that you had six messages from Scott.
Scott: Happy New Year!
Scott: Hope you’re out finding someone to kiss at midnight
Scott: You better be out
Followed by a picture of Scott and his boyfriend embracing. A picture of a few women standing on top of a bar pouring shots directly from bottles into the mouths of who you assumed were some of Scott’s friends. And a group shot of about ten that included Chris. The were all sitting in in chairs in front of a few tables, a few people crouched down in front and a pretty blonde sitting on Chris’ lap. So, there’s that.
“You can’t get jealous about someone who isn’t yours,” you said to yourself.
It was the truth. And you had no idea who she was. How many sisters did the boys have? You looked at the picture again, deciding for sure she wasn’t a sister. Not in the way she was sitting nor the way he was holding her.
Sighing out loud, you set the phone down on the cushion next to you. You moved from your comfy place on the couch, stomping your feet until you noticed you were doing so. You steady yourself and then walked calmly into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of rosé from your refrigerator, you uncorked it and filled your large wine glass to the rim.
It’s New Year’s, I’m allowed a glass of wine. A large glass of wine.
You made your way back to your couch, inhaling a couple of large gulps before hitting the play button on the remote. Deciding you needed to formulate an appropriate response to Scott rather than saying something stupid, you delved back into the romance on the screen. Or at least you tried to.
When a half hour had passed, you picked up your phone, typing out a normal response to Scott. Normal meaning how a person who was not in any sort of relationship with Chris Evans should respond. Because you weren’t. In fact, you hoped he got laid. Well, maybe not that.
Y/N: Happy New Year!
Y/N: You and Zach look so cute! Have a great night.
There. That’s how a normal person who wasn’t living in a fantasy land would respond.
Your second movie ended but you honestly weren’t paying all that much attention. Rather than starting up a third movie, you switched it to cable, finding Ryan Seacrest hosting the annual countdown show.
Finishing your wine shortly before midnight, you washed out the glass and set it in the rack to dry. You found your way back to your couch, laying down to watch the ball drop. You fired off a text to Jana to tell her you loved her as that was your traditional greeting to each other. She sent one back almost right away asking for the two of you to get lunch on Friday. The ball dropped to a chorus of cheers followed by a rendition of Auld Lang Syne by the New York City crowd. The after show played on and you fell asleep while a band you hadn’t heard of played in the background.
In the too early hours of the morning, you woke from your place on the couch, neck aching from the odd angle you slept in. Deciding to leave your phone where it was, you crawled in to bed with no plans of waking any time soon.
Of course, you couldn’t sleep forever. You had to eat at some point as evident from your stomach loudly growling around eleven in the morning.
After eating, then showering, and getting dressed for the day, you finally took a peek at your phone. Nothing from Chris. Which is whatever because you didn’t reach out to him either. But of course, there was a message from Scott from around three in the morning.
Scott: How you doin’?
You could totally hear him saying it in a Joey Tribbiani accent.
Scott: Earth to Sassy
You typed out a reply, but you doubted he was out of bed if he was texting you so late.
Y/N: Sassy was sleeping, you late night partier you
Deciding that you didn’t want to be rude, you sent Chris a text. It was New Years after all, so it was only polite. Hopefully he was awake. And alone. No. That was none of your business. Keeping it simple was the way to go.
Y/N: Happy New Year
Almost immediately, Chris responded back.
Chris: Happy New Year
And that was it. He was probably hungover...or occupied.
Friday found you at Champs for lunch with Jana. The two of you chatting about New Year’s Eve. Brooks’ brother and wife had a little boy almost a year ago, so the party was a little different than it had been in previous years. This apparently ignited a fatherhood desire for Brooks over the last couple of days.
“And I want to have a little one too, but I’m so close to making partner. It’s just not the right time,” Jana sighed out.
You reached across the table grabbing her hand, rubbing it soothingly. “When it’s right, it’s right,” you replied.
She nodded her head, giving your hand a squeeze before pulling it away. “The thing is, I don’t know if I’ll be any less busy after I make partner. I kind of wish we would have started a family right after we got married. Coulda, shoulda, I guess.”
“Is there ever a right time though?” you asked. “Then there’s me who hasn’t dated in how long?” You let out a chuckle, quickly sticking a chicken finger in your mouth. You really didn’t want the sympathy, you’re not even sure why you said it.
“Whose fault is that? I don’t see you putting yourself out there. Oh! Maybe you should ask Chris out,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Dude. No,” you replied. “Number one, we don’t live in the same state. The same region even. Number two, he’s so not interested. If he were, he probably would have made something happen. Number three, he barely knows me. Number four, he’s him and I’m me.”
Jana put her hand over your mouth, giving you a warning glare. When she didn’t immediately remove it, you licked it, causing her to cringe and grab a napkin to wipe the spot you licked. You chuckled quietly to yourself.
“You’re a brat. Do you know that?” she questioned. “But you’re also amazing and I don’t want to hear anything different. If not Chris, just put yourself out there. It’s a start of a brand new year. Make some changes.”
Numbly, you nodded your head. Maybe you had been hiding away, in a way. It wasn’t like you were staying home all the time. You went out. Sometimes. Okay fine. When you weren’t working or out with your married couple friends, you mostly kept to the office and your house. You’d think about adding something more social to your schedule.
January dragged on as it usually did. You definitely were enjoying the cooler and sometimes cold temperatures, making use of the new sweaters you purchased around Christmas. Your relationship with Chris had started to fizzle. It was subtle at first. Texts not being responded to for hours. Phone calls not being answered from time to time. Okay, that one wasn’t a big deal. But most of those phone calls weren’t being returned. A lot less sweethearts being tossed your way. It was different. And because you had developed feelings or the at the very least, a crush on Chris, you were feeling down about it. Scott was still in your life and it felt like he would always be. Maybe it was safer that way. Maybe being close with both of the brothers would ruin the other friendship in the end. Especially if feelings weren’t returned.
It was near the end of January when you brought it up to Scott. You weren’t looking for drama or attention, so you just casually mentioned over the phone when he brought up Chris that you hadn’t been hearing from Chris quite as often.
“Did Chris tell you what he bought Shanna?” Scott chuckles out.
“No, he didn’t,” you said and then took a breath. “Actually, I haven’t really been hearing from Chris a whole lot lately.”
You hear Scott blow out a breath and then you hear him groan. “He does that sometimes. I’m sorry,” Scott sighs.
“Why are you sorry? Don’t be sorry. It’s fine. It’s totally fine. As long as we’re good,” you stifled out.
“Of course, you and I are good. Not even a question Sassy.”
The nickname instantly putting you at ease.
“Good.” You bit at your lip, wondering if you should push further. Why not, might as well make this a one and done conversation. “What did you mean by, he does this sometimes?” you asked.
“When he’s with someone, he kind of just gets wrapped up in that person. He’ll eventually gets better at talking to the outside world, it just takes him awhile.”
Welp. There it is. So, at least you can give up on this little crush. Definitely not feelings. Just a crush and you would be over it by tomorrow.
“Oh!” you exclaimed.
Get. It. Together.
“I didn’t know he was seeing anyone,” you said in a much calmer voice.
“Yeah…It’s with Courtney. And you have no idea who Courtney is, sorry. They’ve dated a bunch of times of the years. Just can never seem to make it work. She’s great and everyone loves her, they just never seem to work. And you better not tell him I told you that,” he warned.
“Geez, calm down Grumpy. Like I said, we aren’t exactly talking these days and I’m not exactly going to bring up a girlfriend I don’t know,” you replied.
Scott chuckled. “There’s the Sassy I know. Anyway, it’s still new again. They started to hangout right around Christmas.”
“Oh, is she that girl on his lap from the pictures you sent me on New Year’s?” you asked.
“Yeah, she was there that night. Long blonde hair?”
“Yep,” you replied.
“That would be Courtney. I wouldn’t worry, it won’t last. I mean, I want the best for him and if it’s her, the more power to them.”
Now you were confused.
“Wh-why would I worry?” you said and then promptly cleared your throat.
“Come on Y/N, it’s not hard to tell that you maybe have teeny-tiny crush on my brother. A little bit. Come on. Tell me I’m wrong,” he teased.
He couldn’t see you, but you were giving him the best bitch face you could muster. “Shuddup.”
It was a week a way from Valentines Day. Even though you were single for it again this year, you were never one of those people who hated the holiday. If you were with someone and the two of you decided to make the day special, great. If not, that was fine too. When your co-workers got flowers delivered to their desk, you always thought it was sweet. Brooks always went over the top for all holidays and you loved hearing about the special thing he did for Jana. What you didn’t love was your father calling you to wish you a happy Valentines Day that was really just a phone call prying into your relationship status. You loved your dad, you really did, you just wished he wouldn’t get on your case as much as he did.
You were up earlier than normal. Being the great friend that you were, you were bringing Jana breakfast since she was apparently going into the office earlier and earlier, surviving only on coffee. You stopped at your favorite coffee house, picking up two coffees, two apple cinnamon muffins, and a small bowl of oatmeal for Jana. You figured she could have the oatmeal now and snack on the muffin later.
Because she wasn’t pissed at you for any reason, she was already in the lobby, ready to sign you in.
“Good morning princess. I come baring gifts of a nutritional breakfast,” you greeted her after saying hello to Phil at the security desk.
“Why, thank you, bestie. Where would I be without you?” She puts her hand over her heart. The two of you were both smartasses and you often felt bad for Brooks.
You pass her the tray of coffees and wave your goodbye to Phil with your now free hand.
Jana’s apparently hungry as she scarfs down the oatmeal, only stopping to thank you for adding cinnamon for her. You’re still picking at your muffin because you ate a bowl of cereal before leaving your house. If you’re up early, your body wants to eat right away. Waiting was not an option.
“So, what does Brooks have planned for next week?” you asked.
“You know he doesn’t tell me. I’d bet money that you know and are just messing with me.” She smirks at you before picking up her own muffin, peeling back the wrapper.
Honestly, you don’t know. Brooks knows you well enough to know that you will squeal, especially if it’s something good.
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” you tease.
She sits up straight in her seat. “You know?! Tell me!”
You start to chuckle and shake your head. “I swear on your Chanel bag I don’t know. Just messing with you.”
After your short chat, Jana kicks you out of her office. The firm’s decision on who was making partner was going to be announced in a matter of days, so everyone was putting more time in. You checked your phone for any e-mails from the paper while you waited for the elevator. There were only two so far, just a couple of assignments for the week.
“Good morning, Y/N. What brings you here so early?” Ethan asks, bumping your shoulder slightly as he comes to stand next to you at the elevator. He’s dressed in another impeccable suit. Hair styled perfectly.
“Brought Jana a little breakfast. How are you Ethan?” you asked.
The elevator opens and a few people shuffle out. Ethan holds the elevator door for you to enter, and surprisingly he gets in. You press the button for the lobby, but he doesn’t push a button for any floor.
“I’m great. It’s going to be going to be a great week.”
He’s so sure of himself, but you can’t even fault him because he’s always so nice with a smile always present on his face. Jana’s said that he’s a bit of a know it all, but he’s a hard worker too.
The elevator doors open, the two of you walking out with Ethan walking next to you. He walks a little ahead, grabbing the door for you.
“Thank you,” you muttered as the two of you start to make your way across the parking lot.
“So, Y/N, are you seeing anyone?” he asked.
You stop in your tracks, right in the path of cars circling the lot. Deciding that’s not safe, you walk to an empty parking spot, Ethan trailing behind. The fact that he’d ask such a question surprises, but at the same time, it’s Ethan, you’re surprised he hasn’t asked sooner.
“I put the siiiiing in single,” you kind of speak and sing at the same time. Ethan in turn stares at you blankly. Apparently, he’s not a fan of Lizzo. “Ethan, we need to get you listening to popular music. I’m single.”
He gets the biggest grin on his face. Your cross your arms across your chest and lean on one leg, slightly amused. You know what’s coming, but you don’t want him to be so sure of your answer.
“Can I take you out sometime?” he asks, forest green eyes looking directly into yours.
You let him wait for your answer. Ethan is nice enough, he’s also easy on the eyes, and your dating life has also been lacking for quite some time. You’re actually slightly surprised it’s taken him this long to ask. Chewing on your bottom lip to really sell your indecision, he finally starts to squirm. He starts to brush his fingers through his perfectly jelled hair and you almost feel bad. A smile starts to form on your face and he instantly drops his hand, realizing what he was doing.
“I’d like that. Just not on Valentines Day. Not for a first date,” you tell him.
“Okay. Not on Valentines Day. Great. Okay,” he replies.
He’s such a dork, but it’s sweet. Ethan just stands there grinning at you and you’re really itching to get in your car rather than standing in a parking lot of a law firm.
“Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in it so you can call me,” you tell him.
Ethan passes you his phone, smile still bright on his face. You shake your head slightly but smile back, entering your number and passing him back the phone.
“I’ll call you,” he said.
“I look forward to it,” you reply, instantly cringing at your words.
I look forward to it? Who’s the dork now?
You offer him a slight wave before turning around and walking to your car. You’re kind of excited for the first time in a while. Getting in your car, you fire off a text to Jana.
Y/N: Ethan finally asked me out.
Jana: Oh, great. I’m going to have to see him even more now?
You chuckle at her response. You know she’s half teasing, but what a brat.
Y/N: You assume I said yes?
Y/N: OK, I said yes. But calm down, it’s one date. No one said anything about double dating.
Ethan waited two days before texting you. He asked to take you to dinner on Wednesday, which was two days before Valentines Day, so you said yes. The restaurant he chose was on the higher end, so wearing jeans was out of the question. Jana called you before you had the chance to call her. She was screaming in your ear and you could barely make out what she was saying.
“What? But say it slower with less yelling,” you said to her screeching.
“She made partner,” you hear Brooks shouting from the background.
“I made partner!” she yells, in a much lower tone than before.
“Oh my god, this is amazing! I knew you’d get it!”
“I can finally get some sleep,” she sighs out.
You know she’s exhausted, but all you want to do is go out and celebrate.
“Drinks tomorrow then?” you ask.
“Yeah. Yeah. But like, let’s go early,” she replied.
You chuckle at her response. “Early it is. I have news for your too. Ethan’s taking me to The Capital Grille on Wednesday.”
“Oh, fancy. Makes sense though since the two of us made partner,” she said.
“What?! I didn’t know that was even a thing.”
“Yeah, it happens. Rarely though. They couldn’t decide, so we both got it,” she said.
“Well, you get some rest, and call me tomorrow, love.”
“I will. Bye Y/N.”
You texted Scott a day later to tell him about your date. He told you he was excited for you and glad you had said yes. You laughed at the excited part because while you had been in a dry spell, it hadn’t been that long. Maybe six months. Maybe you should be more excited. Once you assigned a number to it, it sounded bad.
Scott asked if you’d heard from Chris. You had, but it was four days earlier. It was just a text saying hi, asking how I’ve been, but then the conversation fizzled out. That seemed to be the new norm in your relationship. A text every four days or five days. He had a girlfriend; he probably shouldn’t be talking to another girl daily and calling her sweetheart. You wouldn’t like that if it were the other way around.
Two days before your date, you sent Scott three pictures of dresses you were deciding between for your date with Ethan. He called you a few minutes later, wanting to go over your options.
“So, what kind of place is this?”
“It’s an expensive steakhouse in Orlando,” you replied.
“Okay, then option two is out. That’s way too casual. You should probably just throw it away. I don’t want to see that dress again.”
“Scott! Jerk. Leave my dress alone. It’s not that bad,” you complain.
“Want my help or not?”
“Fine. But I’m not throwing it out. I wear that to work a lot,” you replied.
“My point exactly. You don’t wear a work dress on a date Sassy.” Scott said.
“You takin’ to Sassy?” Chris says in the background.
Shit. He’s with Chris?
You’re not sure why you don’t want Chris to know about your date. You feel weird about him being there while this conversation is taking place.
“What about the first dress. The black one?”
It’s your attempt to move the conversation along. The sooner you get off the phone, the better.
“How slutty do you want to be on this date?” Scott asks.
Instantly you cringe, slapping your free hand against your forehead.
“Scoooott,” you whine.
“Slutty?” you hear Chris ask.
Jesus.
“It’s an honest question. Like a little slutty or a lot slutty?” Scott asked.
“Give me the phone,” Chris said. You hear Scott object in the background, but it’s too late, Chris has the phone. “What is Scott goin’ on about? You got a date or somethin’ sweetheart?”
There’s that nickname again and damnit if you stomach doesn’t flip. You really hoped you were over that.
“Yeah. Yeah, I have a date,” you practically whisper out.
“And you didn’t tell me?” he asked.
A part of you thinks he’s joking or teasing, but his tone isn’t coming off that way and it’s rubbing you the wrong way.
“Tell you?” you question.
“Well, yeah. You tell Scott all about it, but don’t mention it to me,” he replied.
“Chris, you and I haven’t been exactly talking a whole lot lately. When would I have told you?”
He scoffs at your response. “We talk.”
You’re shaking your head but he can’t see you which is annoying.
“Besides, you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone, let a lone had a girlfriend,” you replied.
There. You said it. It was none of your business, but you didn’t like this whole conversation and the attitude that was coming with it.
You hear breathing from his end but apparently the cat had caught his tongue because he wasn’t responding.
“I gotta go,” you said.
“Y/N, wait,” you hear him say, but your pushing the end call button before you can even stop yourself.
This was not a conversation you wanted to have. You were simply seeking a guy’s opinion on what to wear for a date. Your first in six freaking months and Chris who barely speaks to you needs to complain about not knowing about said date. You groaned out loud, picking up the work dress and sticking it back in your closest. Sending pictures of the two remaining dresses to Jana to make the final decision, you walked into your kitchen, opting for tea rather than wine.
You phone buzzed while the water simmered in the pot.
Scott: Hey, it’s Scott. I’ll call you later.
Scott was your friend. You just hoped that if your friendship with Chris was over, it wouldn’t cause any drama or stress for Scott.
Chapter 6
A/N: If you’ve read any of my past stories, you will know that I love a happy ending. Please don’t worry. I will fix this. I want this to be as realistic as it can be, so I don’t believe that Chris would put his life on hold for someone he has a phone relationship with. But have faith and know I love you all.
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